Chapter 10
Addy
God, I want him. And I have no doubt the feeling is mutual. The chemistry is so strong between us I’m surprised everyone in a ten mile radius can’t feel it. Why is he fighting this? He’s so damn infuriating.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
After practically throwing myself at him, sucking his finger to make it very clear I want more with this guy, his earlier words seem to mock me.
“Why would you say that to me? Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” I snap.
The irritatingly handsome firefighter sneers. “You’ve already let one guy get too handsy with you tonight.”
I gasp. What the hell? The audacity of this guy. “That’s my fault? Whether I’m drinking or not, no one has the right to put their hands on me.” I’m trying to come up with a rebuttal for the fact I sucked his finger off like a wannabe pornstar in case he has the nerve to go there. Yet, I’m coming up blank. Luckily, he doesn’t mention it.
“You’re so flirty. They probably think it’s an open invitation.”
I instantly feel my cheeks heat and place my fists on my hips in total indignation. I think I would’ve preferred he called me out on my ridiculous finger-sucking move. Hot or not, I might have to rethink my attraction to this one. Because no way am I letting anyone talk to me this way.
Cocking one brow in my direction, it feels like he’s pouring gas on this inferno. What the hell is that look for?
Deciding it’s best I return to the table with more hospitable company, I throw a parting shot before walking away, “I think you’re just jealous someone else isn’t afraid to approach me. To go after what they want.”
From behind me, he grumbles, “Maybe I don’t like seeing their hands on you.”
Wait. What?
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Trevor
Lying back on my bed, I replay the evening in my mind. I can’t believe I said that . Maybe I don’t like seeing their hands on you.
I’m so fucking ravenous to get laid I’m losing control. I hope like hell Addison couldn’t hear me. She’s probably too drunk to remember anything anyway. I’m sure that’s why she pulled the whole drink, lick, suck routine with my finger and that tequila shot.
But I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked when I called her on her overly flirty behavior. It was wrong and I know it. My mother would have my hide for insinuating a woman had something coming to her for any reason. Flirty or not, Addison didn’t deserve that asshole’s hands on her. It was clear his interests were not only one sided but uninvited. Fighting off my inconvenient attraction to this beauty had already been testing my willpower. The sight and feel of her mouth on me anywhere brought me back to the brushfire the other morning. The ever present simmer brewing when this woman was near had me on the edge of a full fledged wildfire. The strength of which I’m not sure I can willingly fight. It was the only excuse for what I’d said.
Yet her defiance, face flushed and hands on her hips, did something to me. I’d never felt anything like it. The swift and undeniable desire to grab her luscious body, bend her over my knee, and lift that tiny black skirt exposing her pert little ass for all to see startled me.
Fuck . I want to rub my calloused hand over her soft skin. A vision of her in tiny black panties that cling to her is so clear in my mind. I get hard just thinking about pulling them halfway down her creamy thighs, exposing her perfect backside, and spanking that ass until the hue matches the color of her rage-filled face.
I’ve never been an overly kinky sort. There’s been no draw toward rough, dominant sex in the past. I’m just a hot-blooded male with a normal appetite for a beautiful woman in my bed. Yet there’s something about this sassy creature that’s opened up a world of possibilities. Dangerous possibilities.
Because I’m sure a relationship with this fiery temptress could go all sorts of wrong.