Oh God, maybe this is a terrible plan. Abort mission.
“Nothing,” I reply, the squeak in my voice giving away the total bullshit nature of my answer.
He spins around, takes three big strides, and stops in front of me. With one of those magic hands, he tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“No, you said something. Tell me.”
Why is it that every time he gives me an order, I feel it where I know I shouldn’t?
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“No, I’m pretty sure I heard you say the wordsrevenge fuckas clear as day.”
21
Boone
Adark redblush stains Ripley’s cheeks when I call her out on what she said.
Her lips are too damned tempting.
“Say it again.”
Her gray eyes snap with equal parts heat and embarrassment, and I can’t get the image of her riding me out of my head. I was trying to escape this apartment without pinning her to the wall, but she totally screwed up that plan.
Her tone is hesitant when she repeats what she said moments ago. “I asked if you ever got your revenge fuck this week. It only seems fair after ... everything.”
Ripley tries to turn her head away, but I grip her chin between two fingers and get a primal sense of satisfaction when her nostrils flare and her pupils dilate.
She wants me.I know it. She knows it. Now the question is—what are we going to do about it?
“You offering, sugar?” I feel her out with the question, and her temper surfaces again.
“Don’t call mesugarjust because you don’t remember my name.”
She’s still got me in the same category of every asshole who’s come into this bar with a record under his belt.
“I call you sugar because even though you’ve got that sharp tongue, I expect you’d be sweet as hell once I got you under me.”
I’m halfway expecting a knee to the balls like the guy at the White Horse, but I get the tart side of the tongue I just mentioned. “You practice your lines in the mirror, Thrasher?”
“Only the good ones,Ripley.” I put the emphasis on her name, making damn sure she can’t miss it.
She mumbles something under her breath, and then seconds later, pops up on her toes and yanks my head down, smashing our lips together.
It’s been a long, long time since a woman kissed me with more passion than skill, and something about it makes my dick go as hard as a steel spike. I bury one hand in her hair, tilting her head to the side for better access.
Ripley moans into my mouth, and I slide my tongue inside to finally get a taste of her.
I was wrong. She’s not just sweet, she’s spicy too. Her fingers grip my shoulders, pulling herself up to wrap a leg around my hip.
Tearing my mouth away, I stare down at her kiss-swollen lips. “I wouldn’t call it a revenge fuck because this ain’t got shit to do with anyone but you and me. But if you don’t tell me no right now, fucking is exactly what we’re gonna do.”
My blunt words won’t win any poetry contests, but I couldn’t care less.
Ripley’s response is to tighten her hold on the back of my neck and hop up, circling both legs around me and pushing her skirt up her thighs.
My free hand finds the curve of her sweet ass, cupping and kneading like I was made to touch her. I taste her jaw and her neck as the heat of her pulses against my stomach.