A stroke of anger rose up and bled together with her panic. So, the gloves were coming off? Oh, goody. “Yes, asshole.” she got out between pants.
His brows drew down even further at her unconcealed belligerence. “So we both know I don’t have a problem crossing the line with you.”
“You’re insane, she bit out, throwing her head back, almost completely forgetting about the enclosed space in which she was virtually trapped. “I’m going to sue your fucking ass for everyth—” It was the last word she got out before his mouth dropped down and cut off both her voice and her oxygen. His lips were hot, hard, and possessive as they covered hers with a force that left her reeling. Unable to compute that this was really happening, her brain went into meltdown as her anger blended with the raw attraction she felt for him. Lights went off in her head as his thumb began pressing against the pulse point in her wrist at the same time that his tongue plunged into her mouth, demanding more.
A primitive thrill shot up her spine and momentarily, she forgot how much she hated him as she gave him what he wanted. She began to wrap her free hand around his neck, but within seconds, he made a grab for it, fisting it in his fingers and lifting it over her head, holding her hostage against the wall.
Securing her firmly, he kissed her repeatedly, his tongue delving inside her mouth and exploring every inch he could seem to reach. He growled low in his throat, biting her bottom lip as if punishing her for something, before pressing his tongue back inside as if he owned her and always had.
He pushed his erection against her stomach, thrusting his hips back and forth just as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth. Imprisoned by his hands, Maria began to sink under his erotic spell. She tried to kiss him back, but the force he was using gave her no room to do anything but attempt to keep breathing through the sexual, erotic assault she was experiencing. As if he needed oxygen as much as she did, he lifted his mouth and took huge dregs of air before rasping, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I heard your voice.”
Maria’s eyes snapped open and found his demonic gaze leveled on hers. As his words sank in, she fought for breath. There was something about that particular declaration that was telling her that she needed to come to attention. There was something she wasn’t getting . . . something that was tickling her poor brain, but wasn’t computing because she wasn’t firing on all cylinders.
She felt him transfer both of her wrists to one large hand and then, with an arm free, he slid his fingers down, over her shoulder, between her breasts, to land on her naked thigh just below the hem of her gym shorts.
He grumbled again, low in his chest, almost as if he owned her, “Want to fuck you.”
Although her faculties were barely working, something about his blunt, fevered words was setting off alarm bells, and her anger came roaring back to save her as her muscles stiffened. “Well, you can’t fuck me, asshole.”
Ignoring her words, his frown intensified even as he gripped her mound, rubbing it, massaging it with a firm grasp. Maria fought the pull to her senses and growled low in warning, “Let go, Garrett.”
“No fucking way.” With a quick motion, he slid his hand from outside her shorts to the hem and then he pushed aside the crotch of both her shorts and panties.
She sucked in a breath at the feel of his touch on her most intimate flesh. Pushing against the hands that held her, she began squirming against him, trying to get free. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
The only answer she received was a low rumble in his chest as his finger slid through her wet folds. Wet . . . damn it, Maria. “Garrett. Don’t.”
She sucked in a breath as he circled her damp opening.
“Ask me nicely,” he hissed in tones of steel.
“I’m going to sue you nicely if you don’t let me go!”
His finger stayed exactly where it was while they stared at each other. One second, two seconds—
She was just about to lose it and push against him when he withdrew from her clothing only to slide his hand up to her chin and lift it. “I’m going to give you fair warning, baby. That shit you pulled on me today? Don’t turn it on for me if you don’t want me to react, understand?”
“I didn’t do anything,” she denied hotly, knowing she was lying.
“Oh, I think you did,” he answered, gripping her harder.
“Bullshit,” she spit out.
“Bullshit,” he retaliated.
“Fuck you,” she hissed, so angry she thought her head might explode.
It was on the tip of his tongue; she could see it was on the tip of his tongue. If he’d been mad before, his anger had just etched up another notch. His eyes became pointed and his stance widened just that much . . . preparing himself to dominate her where she stood. His hand bit into the flesh of her chin while the fingers he held her imprisoned with turned into bands of iron. She felt it coming . . . she reared back as far as she could go but it didn’t help.