Page 106 of Midnight Curfew

I tense every muscle in my body. The longer hair on top of his head falls straight over his temples and curtains his green eyes. My heart pumps so hard, everything shifts to the desire I feel.

“You look like you needed to fuck,” he tells me in a gentle voice. “Me, too.”

I would think he was antagonizing me, but he says it so sincerely.

I need sex? Is that what he thinks? We’ll just call a truce to get it on for a few hours, and then he can walk out the door knowing he can have whatever he wants?

What a fucking dick.

But I drop my eyes, knowing he’s naked under the towel.

It’s wrapped so tightly around his ass, I can see the curves where it hugs just below his waist.

Jesus…

My body stirs, my fingers aching to touch him. It’s been so long.

Too bad I fucking hate him. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone, quickly dialing Grady.

Dallas grabs the old football on my dresser and tosses it. It hits my hand, the phone tumbling out of my grasp.

I steel my spine, lifting my chin as he stalks toward me. “Like you’re not gonna slit my throat,” I spit out.

There’s no way in hell I’m falling asleep with him in bed.

But he just fixes an amused look on his face. “I don’t want to drain your blood, Golden Boy,” he says softly. “I just want to drain your cock.”

My dick swells, remembering his mouth.

He closes the distance between us. “Let’s stop fighting until the sun comes up,” he coos. “Get in bed.”

I laugh at him. “Go back to your shithole, Mr. Jaeger.” I swipe up my phone and set it on the small table next to me. “There are plenty of warm bodies there for you.”

I start to walk away, but he shoves me into the wall. I hit hard, the wind knocked out of me. He presses his body into mine, his breath landing on my cheek. “I’m feeling more aggressive tonight.” He stares at me, unblinking and unfazed. “Aren’t you?”

The hard ridge of his cock presses into me, and I almost smile. His attention still feels good. I’m gonna enjoy this, after all.

Pushing him away, I grab his neck with one hand and throw my other fist. I hit him, sending his head flying to his right.

He doesn’t stumble, but he definitely fucking blinks.

“I’m not a kid anymore,” I growl, getting in his face. “I’m not impressed with your temper and your truck and the grease on your hands. I’ve had more and better since you.”

A smile spreads across his mouth, and he wipes his lip with the back of his hand. “I don’t think you have.”

Such arrogance. He never knew shit about me, and he certainly doesn’t know anything about the last four years of my life.

“How many?” he asks.

I shake my head. As if he kept count himself. Unfortunately, I do have some idea of his sex life while I was at college. Small town, and Dallas Jaeger is a rock star all the women want to screw.

He gets right in my face, but I don’t back up. I may not have been able to keep up in a fight with him four years ago, but I can now.

He levels his eyes on me. “You don’t get to throw around your exclusive little club, your women, and your instructions as if you’re so superior and then not show me what you got,” he taunts. “Because I know you, and I know the Wolfe Room doesn’t have anything you want.”

“Are you sure?” I can’t keep the glee out of my eyes. “He’s in really good shape.”

He thins his eyes. I know he saw Micah and me playing together tonight.