Before I can rip him a new one, Boone’s lips crash down on mine.
29
Boone
She’s fuckinggorgeous when she’s pissed. The cliché, and song lyrics to accompany it, flash through my brain before being taken over by everything Ripley.
I want her.
I want all that rage burning through her underneath me. On top of me. Wherever the hell I can get her.
Instead of shoving me back like I expect, Ripley curls her fingers into my shirt, digging into my shoulders as her body molds to mine.
With a groan, I reach down and grab a handful of her curvy ass before pulling her leg up to wrap around my waist. I grind into her, my cock straining against my jeans, and the friction kicks up the need for her another notch.
What is it about this woman?Right now, her brain might hate me, but her body sure doesn’t.
Ripley releases her grip on my shoulder with one hand to bury her fingers in my hair and tug my head to the other side so she can readjust, taking what she wants from the kiss.
I let her take the lead for a few moments before I pull back and meet her hazy gray gaze.
“You’re gonna strip those boots and jeans off, and I’m gonna fuck you on this bar. After I’ve got you in a better mood, we’re gonna figure out how to handle this.”
The haze burns off her eyes to be replaced by heat. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Shut up.”
Normally, I wouldn’t talk to a woman like that, but Ripley pushes all my buttons. What’s more, she gives as good as she gets. I wrap my hands around her waist, pick her up, and carry her to the bar. Her fingers clutch my biceps, holding tight when I sit her where I want her.
With a look at her obstinate expression, I have a feeling she’s not going to follow my directions too well.
“You don’t want to strip? Fine. I’ll do it myself.”
“Who says I even want you? Maybe once was enough.”
“You’re full of shit, sugar.” With a swift move, I cup her center, feeling the heat even through the denim. “I’d bet my favorite bike on the fact that your tight little pussy is wet.”
She lifts off the scarred wood, pressing into my touch, and her gaze narrows on me. “Maybe it’s because of someone else.”
Oh, fuck no.
“Who? That bartender of yours? Not a chance.”
“Maybe it was Frisco.”
Irrational jealousy pumps into my blood. I glance down at her nipples puckered against the low-cutMan in Blacktank she wears. Ducking my head, I close my teeth around one and tug.
Ripley’s sharp inhalation tells me what I need to know. I release it when she arches back.
“Frisco ain’t here. This is all for me. You can lie all you want, Ripley. I’ll still give you what you need, even if you won’t admit it.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
A grin stretches my lips. “That’s exactly what I plan on doing.”
I step back, and with two yanks, her boots are on the floor. Ripley lifts her ass and helps me peel the jeans down her legs.
“Jesus. Don’t you ever wear panties?” The sight of her slick pussy damn near takes me to my knees.