Page 45 of Wicked Love

He watched me with a funny expression that dissipated as quickly as it came. “Making sure you’re not getting ready first.”

“But—”

“No but. You can’t escape this room, or I’ll bring you back here. Only when I’m ready, you’ll go and change.”

I kneeled on the mattress. “Not fair. That’s not how it works.” I threw a pillow at him, but he dodged it, and it landed on the floor. “The rules don’t say you’re allowed to kidnap me.”

“And who made the rules, Grace?”

“Me. I did.”

“Well, I think it’s about time I take charge and make the rules from now on.”

I shook my head. “No. I don’t agree.”

“Too bad. I think you in my bedroom is fitting, and… And nothing.” He waggled his eyebrows. He pinched the fabric of his T-shirt at his nape and peeled it off, offering me a full view of his front before turning toward the dresser behind him.

I used the distraction to spring forward and jump on his back, locking my arms and legs around him like a monkey. “See, I’m not easily kidnappable. You stand no chance. I’ll fight until my last breath. And I’ve decided you’re the one on litter duty.”

In a swift movement, Joe flipped me in his arms. He turned around and tossed me until I fell on his bed on my back. As he hovered over me, shirtless, I used all my inner power to not ogle him like I yearned to.

“The thing is, Grace, I’m the kind of guy who enjoys power in the bedroom. And right now, you’re lying in my bed. Which means, I’m in charge.”

Shivers traversed my body.

Joe lowered himself over me, our chests almost brushing as we both breathed fast.

His pupils dilated, and he had a hunter’s glare in his eyes. One that aroused every cell in my body.

He licked his lips, and I almost combusted underneath him.

For once, I wanted him to take charge. The one time we slept together, I never relented the power to him. I fought him the entire time. It wasn’t passion we shared that night, but an animalistic need for each other.

But right now, I craved the domination he promised.

I longed for him to do to me anything he was dying to.

My lips parted.

Gosh, all I wished for was his mouth cherishing mine and other sensitive parts that throbbed for him.

For his hands to roam over my naked flesh.

Joe closed some of the gap separating our bodies.

His breath fanned my face.

I lost touch with everything around me.

All I could see, smell, feel was him. Even though we were still too far apart.

His nose traced the length of mine.

My heartrate went ballistic.

I followed the hastening pulse point in his neck.

His palms molded to mine, and he brought my arms over my head.