Page 56 of Dirty Pool

“Let’s get up,” he added.

Gabbie made a disgusted noise. “Fine.”

It took them no time at all to get dressed, and head downstairs.

“I can’t believe you’re kicking me out of your place first thing in the morning,” Gabbie joked

She tossed him a sexy little wink over her shoulder. At the same time, she pulled on her shoes and jacket. Michel lingered a few steps down the hall, leaning with his shoulder to the wall to keep himself from grabbing a hold of her. If he did that, then he was going to pull her back to bed. The two of them would never leave it.

“Do you do this to all the women you bring home?”

She still had that joking tone, sure, but Michel’s reaction didn’t factor that in at all. He pushed away from the wall in a blink, and crossed the small bit of space between them before she had even looked up from the zipper of her jacket.

He caught her around the waist with one arm, and his lips came down on hers with bruising intent. He only had one thing in mind, and he needed to make sure it was absolutely clear to this woman, so she never had to wonder about it. Even if she wasn’t wondering at all, or she didn’t care, he still wanted his position to be understood between the two of them.

Gabbie’s sweet little gasp was swallowed up by his kiss. She still tasted like him—like their sex, and his bed. Her warm mouth only urged him on, and he couldn’t stop himself from letting his hands travel over her body as he pushed her into the wall.

She squirmed under his hold, the same way she did in bed when he pinned her down, and fucked her harder. And yet, never once did she break their kiss, even as her nails slipped under his T-shirt to score lines down his back.

Fuck.

He loved that sting.

But he was reminded of the time.

Their situation.

And what he wanted her to know.

Michel pulled away from the kiss before he could get too carried away. He didn’t miss the way Gabbie pouted, but really, it only made his dick twitch. Like he might enjoy showing her just what he could do with that pout of hers.

Back on task, Michel.

Right, right.

“There’s no other women coming in here,” he said.

Gabbie blinked. “What?”

“No women. Not here. Just you.”

“I was—”

Michel nodded, stopping her from saying more. “You were joking, babe, I know. But I wanted that to be clear here. There’s no one else I’m seeing in any kind of way. It’s just you, that’s all.”

A sweet, sexy smile curved her lips.

“Just me, huh?”

“Just you,” he echoed.

Gabbie’s tongue peeked out to swipe across her bottom lip, and he had the strangest urge to press his thumb against the seam of her mouth just to feel the warmth and wetness she left behind. Everything about this girl did that for him—drove him crazy, and made him want to do things he’d never gave a single shit about before.

Why?

He didn’t know.

It didn’t matter.