Page 30 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
I swallowed hard.
Around us, couples swayed to the music, the bar fading into a blur of low voices and clinking glasses. But all I felt was him. His chest brushing mine with each slow movement. His breath at my ear. The steel trap of his body keeping me locked in place.
“You don’t get to play games with me,” I whispered.
He smiled, slow and dark. “This isn’t a game. I don’t play where I plan to keep.”
My stomach flipped.
He pulled me closer, dragging my hips against his, and I felt it—hard, thick, undeniable.
My breath caught. Heat surged low in my belly.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered.
“I go where you go.”
“You’re insane.”
“And you’re wet.”
I gasped and tried to jerk away, but his grip tightened—not painful, but enough to remind me who was leading.
“Now,” he said, voice a low promise. “You going to keep pretending you don’t want this, or are you finally going to admit what your body’s already told me?”
“Oh, and if Nathan comes near you again,” he murmured, dragging his mouth along my temple, “he’ll find himself in hospital. Roads can be dangerous.”
My forehead thudded against his chest.
This man was out of control.
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I ignored him the entire drive home.
He’d made damn sure everyone in that bar saw us together. Every eye. Every whisper. Every lingering look.
My good standing as the newcomer in town—tarnished by his every smug smile, every possessive touch.
“I’ve decided,” he said, tapping the steering wheel with one hand, “I like my woman silent.”
I growled and turned to face the window.
“Mm.” His tone dropped lower. “Those little sounds are acceptable, though.”
I clenched my jaw. I wasn’t going to rise to the bait.
“It reminds me of that night,” he added as he turned into my apartment lot. “The night we made our baby.”
“There is no baby,” I snapped, eyes locked on him.
“That’s just the hormones talking.”
He chuckled.
Chapter 11
Kade
