Stealing His Thunder (Masters of Adrenaline 1)

“Has anyone ever told you what a sexy ass you have?”

She groaned and shifted in her seat when she realized he was honestly waiting for an answer. “Yeah, but I usually just call you Fox to your face.”

He snorted at her joke which may not have been a joke at all. Oh well, obviously she liked him enough to let him fuck her, even if she was pissed.

“It’s a shame not to defile you on film.”

“Oh, shut up.” She rolled her eyes. “You just want it on film so you can laugh about me behind my back and show your friends what you convinced me to do.”

Irritation flared and fed off of his frustration. Did she really think that little of him? “Why on earth would you think I’d ever do that to a woman who trusted me? I have no problem with your answer being no, or even fuck off, but if you don’t trust me maybe you shouldn’t be playing with me.” He forced himself to calm down. His arousal was making him testy. “Did I ever show anyone that picture I took of you? No. I’m an asshole and a thief, but I have ethics when it comes to sexual partners. I don’t kiss and tell, and I don’t cheat.”

She opened her mouth, looking as though she planned to say something angry, then shut it again. “You don’t cheat? What is that supposed to mean? Are we a thing then?”

Had she been seeing someone else? Maybe when she’d said she was busy, it hadn’t always been work or school. They hadn’t exactly discussed the limits of their relationship yet, but possessiveness reared its head. He didn’t want anyone else touching what was his. And she was damn well his, even if she didn’t know it yet. Just the idea of someone else kissing her pissed him off.

He couldn’t let his imagination take things further than that. “I suppose I shouldn’t have assumed we were exclusive.”

“I didn’t assume we were.”

Wordlessly, he pulled off the highway onto a deserted side road, then parked in an empty parking lot. Jealousy was fucking with his adrenaline. He glared at her, shaking with anger, but knew he had no one to blame but himself.

This woman made him so crazy.

“We should have discussed this a few weeks ago,” he said, struggling for calm. Time to hash out the ground rules, even if it was a little fucking late. From now on she’d be only his, and if she couldn’t agree to that, they were done. “You’re the only one I want.”

Her gaze was inscrutable. “Okay.”

“I don’t want you messing around with other people.”

“That’s interesting.”

He breathed deeply through the nose. Sometimes the woman was insufferable.

“Are you interested in us being exclusive?” he asked through gritted teeth.

A smile tugged at her lips. “Like you’d be my boyfriend and bring me flowers and chocolates when you pick me up for dates?”

“I was thinking more that I’d grab you by the hair and force my cock into your pretty mouth when I pick you up for dates, but if you prefer flowers, that can be arranged.”

Her eyes gleamed with amusement. “My mouth? Is that what’s got you all hot and bothered right now?” She parted her lips suggestively. “You get so grumpy when you’re hard up, Fox.”

God, he wanted to spank her so bad. Or fuck her. Or both at the same time.

“Are we exclusive or aren’t we?”

She hesitated long enough to make his stomach drop like he was on a roller coaster. Why did he care so much?

Because he wanted her to be his, and just his.

All cocky and badass, Addison kept him on his toes, but she also blushed like a virgin, danced like a stripper, and made all of his dominant urges very, very happy. And she was smart. Sometimes too smart for his own fucking g

ood. And funny—that part was important to him too. And she liked to snuggle.

Dammit. It was too early into their relationship for all this emotional bullshit.

“Starting now? If that’s what you want,” she finally said, after a million years of leaving him hanging.

“No one else touches you without my permission,” he growled.