By the time I’m finished shouting, Vincent has slowly turned around to face me, and I should probably be afraid about the fire blazing in his eyes as he stares at me from across the room, but I’m not. Fuck this shit! I’m done being afraid and not speaking up for myself.
“Why did you even tell me you want to see where this thing between us could go if you weren’t going to follow through? You know what you are? You’re a cock blocker, Vincent Adams! A fucking cock blocker!”
I’m so sexually frustrated and hurt and pissed that I just shouted the words “cock blocker.” I should stop talking.
“Stop. Talking,” he growls, reading my mind and aggravating me even more.
“Oh, don’t you dare tell me what to do! I can’t believe I actually thought something amazing was happening between us! I can’t believe I’ve been thinking about how this stopped being some stupid way for me to be sexy and flirty a long time ago and turned into me just wanting you, any way I could have you! You are such a stupid jerk!” I scream, fighting back tears.
Before I can even blink them away, he’s across the room and standing right in front of me, his chest heaving and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“You think I don’t want to have sex with you?” he mutters through clenched teeth.
When I don’t answer, he moves again, his chest bumping into mine, forcing my back against the door. He smacks his hands down on the door on either side of me, caging me in, but I refuse to cower or let him try and scare me away. I lift my chin with fierce determination and stare him down.
“I’ve been hard as a fucking rock since the goddamn day I met you!” he bellows. “Every time I touch you, every fucking time I watch you come apart, I want to slam myself inside of you and never leave!”
“Well then why in the hell haven’t you?!” I yell back.
“Because every time I even think about fucking you, the beast inside me starts raging to get out, and you don’t deserve that!” he argues angrily.
“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about,” I mutter in annoyance, shaking my head at him.
I’m pretty sure he just said he wants me, but he’s still standing here not touching me or doing anything about it.
With a few deep breaths, he seems to calm down right in front of my eyes. Dropping one of his hands from the door, he cups my cheek and drops his head to stare into my eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers brokenly.
Damn this man. Just like always, one minute I want to punch him in the face and the next, I want to wrap my arms around him and make everything better.
“Well, as long as you know what the hell you’re doing, that shouldn’t be a problem!” I retort.
I’m rewarded with the barest hint of a mouth twitch, and all my anger leaves me in a whoosh, nothing remaining in its place but tingling anticipation that travels from my head all the way down to my toes.
“Oh, baby. You should realize by now that I know what I’m doing.”
I’m not sure who moves first, and it doesn’t even matter. Within seconds, our mouths are crashing together and our hands are everywhere all at once. Vincent rips the white button down I’m wearing wide open and the buttons scatter all over the floor. I grip the hair on the back of his head when he grabs my ass and lifts me up against him, wrapping my legs around him as he turns and walks us through the living room, our mouths still fused together.
I claw at his shoulders and moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, walking down the hallway and into his bedroom. He slowly lowers me to the bed, holding himself above me as he breaks the kiss.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he says softly.
I let go of the grip I have on his hair, pressing my palms to either side of his face.
“Stop it,” I order. “I’m fine. I want this. I want you. I’m not changing my mind and I’m not going anywhere.”
He turns his head to the side and kisses the inside of my palm.
“Promise?” he whispers.
“I promise.”
Resting his hips on the bed between my legs, he grabs my wrists and lifts them above my head.
“Then you might want to hold onto the headboard, princess,” he says with a smirk.
I open my mouth to tell him to stop being so arrogant, quickly clamping it closed and wrapping my hands around the spindles of the headboard as he kisses his way down the side of my neck, over my breasts still spilling out of the costume push-up bra I wore for the show, and down over my stomach.