Off Limits (Kings of Mayhem MC 5)

“What fucking game are you playing with me?” I cried.

His smirk slipped and he frowned. He rose from the stool he was sitting on and opened his perfect mouth to say something, but I wasn’t done yelling at him.

“You want me, but then you push me away. You tell me to go on a date, but then intimidate the poor guy I go on a date with. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I stepped closer and shoved a pointed finger in his chest. “What, you can’t have me so nobody can, is that it?”

“I’m not playing any games,” he said, which I ignored because that was bullshit.

“Yes, you are. And you play dirty.”

“You need to calm down,” he said.

Which of course only made me madder.

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!” I shoved him in the shoulder. “Where do you get off threatening my date?”

“I didn’t threaten him.”

“Bullshit. I think the term was, you touch her and I will hammer you so hard in the nuts you’ll be wearing your ball sac as a hat. Or how about my personal favorite I have a gun and I know where you live. If you think I won’t put a bullet in that college-boy vagina of yours, then you have another thing coming.”

I glared at him, but again, a smirk twitched on his stupidly perfect lips.

“Fuck you, Ruger. I liked him.”

The smile left his mouth in an instant, so I knew my words had gotten to him.

“If you don’t want me, let me fucking go.”

I turned to leave. I was going to pack my bags and stay at my mom’s for the night, then work out where to stay until my apartment was ready.

But Ruger grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t,” I yelled and yanked my wrist free. Tears stabbed my eyes and my traitorous chin decided it was time to quiver in front of the one human being I didn’t want to see me cry. “It’s so easy for you to forget about our kiss and how good it felt, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me! But I’m done. Do you hear me? I’m fucking done.”

I went to turn away, but the ferocity in his voice stopped me.

“You think this is easy for me?” He growled. “You think seeing you with some preppy chino-wearing douchebag doesn’t kick me straight in the balls? You think it’s his arms and not my arms I want you in?” He took an intimidating step toward me, towering over me, his eyes fierce, the emotion rampant on his face. “You think every ounce of me isn’t begging me touch you? To take you in my arms and kiss you until you’ve forgotten every other man you’ve ever known.”

My heart hammered in my throat. The way he was looking at me. His words. The rapid rise and fall of his chest. I could barely breathe for all the desire rippling through me.

“You think I haven’t thought about peeling every item of clothing from your gorgeous body and spending the night making love to you until neither of us can take it anymore?”

I licked my lips as he came a step closer. We stared at each other, the air around us crackling with tension.

“If you think I don’t want you, then you’re goddamn blind, Chastity.”

It happened so quickly, I didn’t have time to think it through. One minute I was pushing him away and yelling at him, the next my lips were crashing against his in a kiss so sizzling hot it made me dizzy.

In an instant he had my face in his big hands, turning my anger to mush as his mouth sensually and powerfully took command of mine. My argument vanished like smoke, replaced by a need to have everything with this man. His tongue. His kiss. His body. His hands roaming my body like they were doing now.

Breathlessly, I pulled away to look at him. He was panting, his lips wet with my kiss, his body hard and pressed up against me so I had nowhere to move. His beautiful green eyes drifted over my face, the pads of his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks as he caught his breath.

His eyes met mine. “This isn’t a game. Not to me.”

“Then, what is it?” My voice was nothing more than a whisper.

He licked his lips and I watched the glide of his tongue sweep over the delicate skin with a hunger to taste more. My body felt more alive than it had in days. Weeks. Months. Hell, it had never felt as good as it did when Ruger had his pressed up against me.

“This could be the ruin of me,” he finally said.

“Or it could be the best thing that ever happened to the both of us,” I replied.

I felt the outline of cock flinch against me, and I knew then that this was going to happen. That we were about to break all the rules.