I groaned as a streak of pleasure zinged through me. I pushed back, pressing her against the mirror. “Are you going to tease me now? Like you did with the guys down on the dance floor?”

She sobered. “You aren’t going to let that go, are you? Don’t tell me you kept your hands off Jordan’s model friend, because I don’t believe it.”

I pulled my head back and looked at her. “I told you. I haven’t had sex with anyone since you.”

“So you didn’t do anything with her at all?”

I paused and she scowled. “Ahh. I see. So Rich can’t put his hands on my ass while we’re dancing, but you can grope and kiss a model…”

I tensed. “If he touches you again, I’m going to rip his arm off and then fire him.”

“Hmm. Not sure he’d want to work for you after you’d ripped his arm off. Maybe don’t even bother with that second part.”

I bent and pressed my mouth to her neck. “I mean it. No one touches you.”

“Except you…” she added drily.

“If you want me to.”

“I don’t know…you make a lot of violent threats when you’re drunk.”

I continued to taste her neck, tried to block that negative rage from my mind. I’d never felt this possessive of her before and that was likely because of the wretched fear that I had lost her. “I don’t like people fucking with what’s mine.”

“But I’m not yours,” she said quietly, a slight tremor in her voice.

Steely determination hardened in my muscles. She felt me tense against her. I’d spend this entire night convincing her otherwise.

I reached down to pull her tank top over her head, but she clamped her arms down. “Don’t—”

My head came up to look her in the face again. “You don’t want to…?” I hoped I managed to keep the childlike disappointment out of my voice.

“I don’t want to take my shirt off.”

I paused, puzzled. Did that mean no sex? Or she just didn’t want to get naked? Or what? “Okay. And…?”

She watched me, then put her hands very deliberately on my chest again. I closed my eyes, savoring the hot touch. Then she leaned forward and she was kissing my chest. I let out a long groan, savoring the feel of her hot mouth on me.

“I want—I need you naked, underneath me,” I growled between clenched teeth.

She continued to kiss me. “No. The shirt stays on. Everything else goes.”

I pushed back from the mirror and she stared at me, wide-eyed. “You aren’t fucking around with me, are you? Like you are going to change your mind or something? Because there’s no point in continuing this if not and I have no desire to leave this town with blue balls.”

She laughed. “I do that to you a lot, don’t I? One way or the other…paintballs or lack of sex.”

I reached out and ran my thumb over her bottom lip. It trembled and her eyes fluttered. Another burst of hot desire burned through me. I traced her lips, then pushed my thumb into her mouth. Her lips closed around it and her tongue caressed the pad of my thumb. My breath quickened with excitement.

I bent my head to caress her earlobe with my lips. “You had better be sure,” I whispered. “Because if I get you on that bed, then I’m getting inside you.” I pushed my thumb in deeper and her mouth opened around a gasp. I pulled it out again.

“I’m sure,” she said.

The anger, the resentment, the games were too much and I was seizing control. I grasped her chin in my hand, jerked her head to the side and sank my teeth into her neck. I wasn’t gentle. She barely moved. I moved my mouth to her ear. “Turn around and put your hands on the mirror,” I growled.

She did exactly as I told her. Another surge of hot lust shot straight to my cock. I could lift up the kilt now and get under her skirt in seconds. Part of me, still panicking that she’d change her mind, wanted to do just that.

With one hand hooked around her neck, I brought the other one around her waist, pulling her to me. I took her earlobe in my mouth and she shivered against me, gasping, her eyes half closed.

“You like that…”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And you’re going to like it.”

“Yes,” she repeated.

“You’re going to beg for more.”

She closed her eyes, squeezing them. She released her hold on the mirror and grabbed my wrist that was clamped over her belly, holding her against me, and sank her nails into my skin. The pain of the needle pricks felt so good.