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Oh, please, as if I allow any old man to get his hands all over me. There’s only one man I want to have his hands all over me. Unfortunately, he considers me his little sister.
“Guess what you do when you’re dancing, caveman? You touch the other person.”
He growls. “I don’t like it.”
I slow clap to hide how my body shivers at his growl. If only he would growl because I’m his woman, not the girl he considers his little sister.
“Congratulations, you don’t like what women do. You can join the group of misogynist pigs in the morning. They have their own merchandising these days.”
He stalks close to me, but I refuse to budge. I hold my ground. He can’t push me around just because he doesn’t approve of who I’m dancing with. My dancing has nothing to do with him. His choice. Not mine.
“I am not a misogynist pig.”
“Are you certain? Do you need me to explain misogynist to you?”
His nostrils flare. He’s holding in his temper. Barely. “I do not dislike women.”
“You can like women and be prejudiced against them at the same time. The two are not mutually exclusive.”
“I am not prejudiced against women.”
I raise my eyebrows. “And yet you think women can’t make their own choices when it comes to their dancing partner. Mis-o-gy-nist,” I speak slowly and enunciate the syllables as if he’s never heard the word before.
A muscle in his jaw ticks. “I don’t have a problem with women choosing their own dance partners.”
“Um, hello. Do I need to rewind the conversation for you? You literally said you didn’t want me dancing with some guy.”
“No,” he growls. “I said I didn’t want some guy feeling you up on the dance floor.”
I throw my arms in the air. “What’s it to you?” I lean close to hiss in his face. “I’m your little sister, remember?”
He palms my neck and squeezes. “You are not my little sister.”
I open my mouth to remind him of what he said to me all those years ago at my high school graduation party, but his lips crash down on mine before I get the chance. He thrusts histongue into my mouth and I moan as his taste hits me. He tastes of beer and musk and Flynn.
It’s the taste I still remember from over a decade ago. The taste I can’t forget. The taste I want to bottle up to keep close to me.
He wraps an arm around my waist and draws me near. Until there’s no space between us. Until my hard nipples rub against his chest. Until I can feel his hard length press against my belly.
My belly warms in response and my panties dampen. I want this man. More than I’ve ever wanted another man before.
I’ve tried to forget him. Oh, how I’ve tried. But no other man could ever get me as excited as Flynn does with a simple kiss.
He uses his hand on my neck to tilt my head and dives in deeper. He groans and I feel the vibration all the way to my toes. My nerves tingle in anticipation of what’s to come. Of feeling Flynn buried deep inside of me.
I wrap my leg around his waist. “Flynn.”
He freezes before ending the kiss. He unwinds my leg from around him and retreats a few steps. “I…this…”
His mouth gapes open and closed a few more times as he considers what to say but he must not figure it out since he scowls before whirling around and marching away without saying another word.
I stand staring at the empty doorway. He did it again. He kissed me and fled. Like I’m a leaper he can’t stand to touch.
Whereas I was ready to strip him bare and let him do whatever he wanted to my body.
“Asshole,” I mutter before slamming my door shut. For good measure, I lock it, too. I doubt Flynn would deign to return. But on the off chance he does, I’m putting out the ‘you’re not welcome sign’.
Chapter 12
