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He comes in carrying a tray with two sandwiches and a plate of fresh veggies with chunks of cheddar cheese. He sets it on the coffee table and drags it close.
Picking up one, he takes a bite and motions towards the food. “Help yourself.”
I did, and bit into the taste of heaven. Impressed with his sandwich making skills, between bites, I commented, “This is really good!”
He nods and wipes his mouth with his hand. “It’s the Dijon mustard and mayo that does the trick.” He picks up the plate, laden with the vegetables and holds it towards me. “Veggies?”
I took a few and smiled my thanks as he set the plate between us and said, “In case you want more.”
“This is quite the spread you’ve put together,” I remarked between bites, feeling a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do withthe fire crackling in front of us. As we ate in silence, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unspoken hanging in the air between us. We hated each other, didn’t we?
After we finished eating, he cleared the plates and sat back on the couch, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. I fidgeted with my hands for a moment before mustering up the courage to break the silence.
“I have to ask... why did you really make me food?” I blurted out, surprising even myself. His eyes met mine, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before he sighed and leaned back.
He shrugged. “I figured you must be hungry. And seeing you sleep most of the day away after the shot that doc gave you, I took a chance that you wouldn’t be going back to sleep right away.”
A thought just occurred to me. “Did you spit on my sandwich?”
I wolfed it down so fast, it’s not like I would have noticed it.
“What? No, I didn’t spit on it!”
He seemed offended that I would suggest such a thing.
“Did you poison me?”
He sat up and looked back at me. “Why the fuckwould I poison you?”
I see that question upset him. I lifted a shoulder in indifference. “I don’t trust men. And we don’t like each other all that much, that’s evident, and you’re not too keen on me being here. So yeah. Did you poison my sandwich?”
“Woman, I didn't say I hated you. You just drive me fucking crazy in a very distracting way.” He sunk back against the couch and looked at me. Lowering his voice he said, “Why would I poison the woman that makes my dick harder than —”
“You made your point.” I pushed against the couch, attempting to stand, trying to calm my racing heart at his last admission.
But as soon as I did, his hand snaked out and grabbed my wrist, my pulse raced, and my body reacted. His cocky grin was back, and it did something to me - something primal that I couldn’t resist.
“What do you want?” he asked with a challenge in his voice.
“Don’t play coy with me.” I was done pussy footing around and purred, “You know exactly what I want.”
The look in his eyes made me shiver. “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” he growled out.
I nodded, biting my lower lip, my breathcatching in anticipation. “Yes, sir.”
We were inches apart now; our bodies heat mingling into an erotic haze. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me closer, his other hand gripping the waistband of my panties and started pulling them over my hips. His eyes roamed over my satin nightshirt before meeting mine once more as he pulled them clear off me only to toss them aside.
“You’re a brat. We can’t do this here,” He murmured lowly against my lips before crushing them against mine, roughly taking control of the kiss.
His tongue invaded deep, pushing past my lips, teasing and taunting while his hands slipped beneath my legs, scooping me up.
How he did it, I have no idea, but he carried me all the way to my bedroom, kissing me the whole time. Not missing a beat, he kicked the door closed and went straight over to the bed, laying me down on it before stretching out beside me.
As he loomed over me, the room felt like it was electrified, but I knew it was just him. His touch was both commanding and intoxicating, sending a thrill down my spine.
His eyes darkened with intensity. “I hope you’re ready for what’s to come, vixen,” he whispered huskily, his breath warm against my skin.
Chapter 15
