Tangled (Playing With Fire)

Just the way she liked it.

Trevor’s sure fingers, that cocky expression, the way he touched her, the way he spoke to her…

God. Unbelievable. She’d come so fast it had shocked her. She never came that fast. It was always a bit of a struggle, a bit of work. Nothing outrageous but she definitely didn’t come without plenty of foreplay prior.

That hadn’t been the case tonight. And it had pissed her off. Even shamed her a little bit. That he could have that much mastery over her body, that much command. Well, it scared her.

Made her want to do it again. With him. This in turn caused her to act like a ragi

ng, lunatic bitch and behave cruelly toward him.

It wasn’t fair, but tonight wasn’t about playing fair. He hadn’t played fair with her. His intention from the start had been to make her fall apart. Prove to her that despite her dislike of him he could make her come. And he had.

The bastard. The sexy, gorgeous, no good, interesting rat bastard.

She stopped at the double doors and slipped her shoes on, wincing when she felt the painful pinch. But she wasn’t about to cross the parking lot in her bare feet.

Idly she wondered if he would seek someone else out tonight. It bothered her, made her the tiniest bit jealous at the thought of him taking his sexual frustration on someone else. A stranger. Knowing he thought of her the entire time he pounded inside someone else.

A little smile curved her lips as she exited the building and headed toward her car. She was sick, twisted, to feel this way. But she’d never considered herself normal, and her reaction tonight only proved it.

She had a feeling they’d have a run in again soon.

And she looked forward to it.

Chapter Three

Trevor waited five minutes before he exited the room, not wanting to catch a glimpse of the woman who had irritated the ever-loving shit out of him. He sat on the couch, his body tense, his hard-on still there damn it, and all he could think about was her.

That saucy mouth of hers, the things she’d said. The defiant look on her face while he had his hands on her body, inside her body, the offhanded way she claimed her orgasm hadn’t been that great.

Fuck, she was crazy. Unbelievable. And so was he for even thinking he had a chance with her.

But he wanted to take that chance. Was willing to go for it, again and again, do whatever it took to convince her that she should give him a fair shake.

Why, he wasn’t sure. He only knew that she intrigued him, more than any other woman he’d ever met. After being shut down by her, he still wanted to hang around. He never wanted to hang around.

That alone made him realize he had it bad for her.

He shut the door and wandered down the hall, caught sight of the various women looking at him as he walked past. Scarlett was right. He could have his pick, and yet he didn’t want any of them. He wanted only her.

Scarlett.

Fuck.

“Hey. You’re still here.”

Trevor turned at the sound of the familiar voice to find Drake standing in front of him, his hands in the front pockets of his dark jeans, his expression one of open pleasure. Quite the opposite of Scarlett’s pissed off scowl. “Yeah, you found me. I’m definitely still here.”

“I thought you left with Scarlett.”

Trevor snorted. “Fuck that.”

“I thought that was your plan.” Drake smiled at his own joke.

Trevor smiled too. “She ditched me. She was kind of…mad. I think she hates me.” The understatement of the year.

“Really?” Drake raised his brows. “I think she’s nice.”