Drew followed beside her and had to control his temper. She was getting too comfortable ignoring him, which was making him angry. He wanted to push her up against the wall and remind her who he was. She hadn't ignored him when his hands had been roaming all over her body. She'd been crying out his name and begging him for more.
"I'm not going away and the longer you pretend like I'm not here, the longer you're going to have me trailing you," he said through clenched teeth. Trinity in no way wanted to have a confrontation with the man in the streets so close to her shop. She continued walking and once she reached her shop she unlocked the door and went inside, with him right on her heels.
As soon as they made it past the doors, he seemed to have had enough and grabbed her arm to spin her around. The look of fury on his face halted her protest. She'd seen many faces of the man but never once had she seen this on his features.
"I'm trying to talk to you," he growled at her. She tried to pull her arm away and realized it was useless. She didn't see how he could grip her so tightly without hurting her. She really didn't like the way her body responded to the smallest touch. She was far from over the man who'd nearly destroyed her.
"I don't see what we have to talk about Drew. You were worried about your resort so you romanced me. I was feeling impulsive for the first and only time in my life and was a willing body who practically jumped into your bed. I'm not justifying all of that because we happened to make a mistake and not use any protection. My child isn't for sale and neither am I," she snapped, losing her own temper.
"I never once tried to buy you and if you think I'd ever walk away from my child, you're sadly mistaken," he snapped at her.
How would she know what he would or wouldn't do? She'd only spent one week with the man. It had been the most memorable week of her life though, which frightened her. She had a bad feeling he wasn't going to be easy to forget. It had already been five months and she still had erotic dreams.
"This is my child, make no mistakes about that," she snapped right back. She couldn't believe this person she was becoming. Normally, she would've been quivering in her boots at the look on his face. She'd always been the first to back down and that's how it had always been so easy for people to walk over her. She figured the pregnancy had brought out her protective instincts.
"We will get married," he demanded of her. She looked at him like he had lost his mind. There was no way she'd marry him. He was everything she'd vowed to stay away from in a man. If she did marry, it would be to someone like Damien, someone kind and understanding. She wouldn't marry someone who openly deceived her and she wouldn't marry just because she got pregnant.
"You need to understand this really quickly, Mr. Titan," she said with sarcasm, "I won't marry you, ever," she finished and tugged at her arm again. He wasn't hurting her in any way but the grip was firm and he didn't seem to be in any hurry to let her go.
"You didn't call me Mr. Titan when you were screaming out my name in passion," he said to her, taking more offense to the formal name than any of her other words. She narrowed her eyes further at him. She didn't need to be reminded of how she'd behaved on that island. There must have been something in the water because she'd done things there she'd never even begin to think about doing in the real world.
"I didn't know that was who you were," she told him.
"You're seriously the most frustrating woman I 've ever had to deal with," he almost shouted at her.
"Then stop dealing with me and go away," she yelled back.
They glared at one another, neither willing to back down. They were both breathing hard as the silence drug on. Drew suddenly pulled her up against him and crushed his lips down on hers. She was too shocked to react at first and stood there like a rag doll, as his tongue rubbed over her lips, looking for a way to enter.
When she came out of her shock, she pushed against him for about three seconds, before the heat started to pool in her stomach and thighs. She hadn't been kissed like that for five months and her hormones were all over the place with the pregnancy. Her anger quickly changed to an all-consuming passion as his lips continued to stroke hers, while his hands rubbed up and down her back.
His own temper had seemed to evaporate as he continued to stroke her body and mouth. She gasped as a current of electricity shot down her core, making her knees go weak. The gasp was all he needed to slip his tongue inside. He tangled it with hers and the fire built up to an inferno inside of her.
She was no longer trying to push him away but clutching him closer to her. She forgot about the fight, her anger, or even who she was, as he deepened the kiss. His hands moved down to grip her backside and pull her up against his very obvious arousal. Her stomach was sticking out but not so far yet that she couldn't feel his impressive erection pressing into her. Within minutes she wanted him.