Redeeming You(34)

“Mr. Donovan, is there a problem?” a floor manager in a stuffy black suit said.

Cam raised his eyebrow taunting the guy at the blackjack table.

“No, we’re good,” the guy mumbled sitting back down, turning his back to Cam and Taylor. Being somebody definitely helped defuse situations like this in his favor.

“If you’d like more privacy, you and your girlfriend are welcome to join one of our private rooms,” the floor manager offered.

“No. We’re done tonight. Maybe next time.” Cam tugged her toward the elevators.

“Stop manhandling me. I don’t like guys telling me what to do. I've had enough of that in my life. I don’t need it from you too.” She twisted her arm trying to get out of his firm clasp.

“Keep walking,” Cam said. When she didn’t move, Cam turned to Taylor, his hand still wrapped around her wrist and she didn’t look happy. In fact, she looked downright pissed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her eyes narrowed in anger.

“No, the question is what were you doing?”

“Playing blackjack like you demanded.” She pulled her hand away from him and folded her arms across her chest.

“Wrong. You were letting that guy drool all over you. Five more minutes and he would have had his hand up your shirt or worse.”

She shot him a disbelieving look as she tossed her long black hair behind her shoulder. Even insanely pissed off, she was fucking glorious.

“Please tell me you’re not serious.”

He didn’t say a word as he stared at her, his eyes hard, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

She scoffed. “Seriously? I was friendly. That’s it, and by the way, I’m not your girlfriend.”

He seethed even though he knew she was right. She wasn’t his girlfriend, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed. “Right, so you allow any guy touch you, do whatever, whenever. You’re just available. My mistake.” He threw his hands into the air. “I won’t read anything into whatever is happening between us again.”

She blanched. “Is that what you think of me?” Her voice was small and shaky even as her eyes raged with betrayal.

Crap. His stomach lurched. He didn’t want to hurt her. He was an irrational ass. He rubbed his hand across his face. “No,” he said finally. “Not even close. I just…I don’t know.” His head tilted toward the ceiling, then looked back at her. “I didn’t like that loser touching you. Sorry.”

Her mouth opened, then quickly closed. “Oh my God, you’re jealous,” she said, incredulous.

Fuck! No way. He would never admit to it because he didn’t do the jealousy thing ever, and not with Taylor. Even as the urge to push away every male in her vicinity simmered through his veins, he wouldn’t believe it. “Not even close,” he said shaking his head a little too enthusiastically.

“Cam.”

“Taylor.”

Taylor’s lips twitched as she raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.” He pulled her against him so their bodies were pressed against each other and just that small contact made him curse every last piece of clothing between them. This woman, with her sassy smile and bewitching eyes, made him want to drag her back to his room so he could claim every ounce of her soul in all matter of ways that she’d never forget.

She brushed her finger across his lower lip. “Okay, so you wouldn’t mind if I sat back down next to Paul and played a couple more hands of blackjack?” Her finger dipped into his mouth. “He asked for my room number,” she confided as she dropped kisses along his heavily stubbled jaw line. “He was kind of cute. He had dreamy bedroom eyes.”

This woman would be the death of him. He wanted to lick her finger, strip off her shirt and do a million other things better left for a private location, and then her comments penetrated his mind. “Who the fuck is Paul?”

She burst out laughing tapping him on his chest. “The man at the blackjack table who you were one second from assaulting a few minutes ago.”

Cam dug his hands into her hips, pulling her toward him. “I’m not threatened by him. He’s a total douche and if he’s your style, then by all means, give him your room number or whatever else you have in mind.” Cam didn’t mean a word he said, but he didn’t want her to think she had the upper hand because he had the sneaking suspicion that she did, just a little.

She leaned back, tilting her chin up as she looked at him through her long fringed eyelashes. “So you don’t mind if I ditch you and—”