He smiled gently. “I’m sorry, Skye.”
“You mean that?”
The smile vanished. “No, I don’t fucking mean it.”
I shook my head. “You’re acting crazy—”
“You make me feel crazy—”
“Stop blaming me for your craziness!”
His hands clenched into fists. “Take your jacket off, Nugget.”
“I was going to,” I retorted. “Because it’s veryhotin here. I’m not doing it to so you can fuck me to take your stupidedgeoff. Got it?”
He went quiet, watching me as I unzipped my jacket, taking my time. If he was getting impatient, he didn’t show it as I slid it off my body and slowly folded it, resting it on the tallboy against the wall. By the time I turned around, he was unzipping his jeans and sliding them down his body, kicking them off at the feet. My gaze lingered on his muscled thighs; this man was so delicious to look at, he was fucking with my senses.
His eyes burned holes in me now as he demanded, “Now your shirt, Skye.”
“I took off the jacket because it’s hot—”
“Take it off.”
“No.”
“I swear, Skye, I will rip it off your body with my fucking teeth—”
I huffed, dismayed. “You’re not a savage!”
He smiled darkly. “I will be by the time I’m done with you.”
I shook, fighting the gush between my legs because this man seemed to know exactly how to shock my libido into submission.
“We’re not fucking until we talk,” I stubbornly said.
His face darkened. “Nothing needs to be said.”
“You’re angry—”
“Angry doesn’t come close to how I’m feeling.”
“How would you describe it?”
He let out another growl, pacing the room again. “I feel that fuckingthinginside me slithering under my skin, Skye. I’m ravenous and murderous—and I want to fuck you and remind you that you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, you’re ALWAYS going to be mine! And this fucking arrangement?” He tossed me another hard look, shaking his head. “This fucking arrangement is going to end with you fighting to have me whole. Because we belong together. We’ve always belonged together. Before Leo. After Leo. It’s meant to be US.”
I was lost for words, hiding inside myself, shaking my head in response. “I can’t choose—”
“You’re going to wind up with me, beneath me, wrapped up in me because I’mitfor you, Skye,” he cut in sharply, looking determined, like he was stating fact. “And it’s not going to happen whenyou’reready. It’s going to happen whenI’vehad enough.”
I continued to shake my head, but I couldn’t speak just yet. I couldn’t look at him anymore either. I turned away, shakily flipping through the blinds to peer outside, but I wasn’t staring at anything. A sad emotion washed over me as I managed to whisper, “You both said this would work…”
He still sounded angry when he replied, “I don’t share, Skye.”
I glanced at him over my shoulder, shocked to find him slipping out of his briefs now. Stark naked, he kicked it aside and crossed his bulging arms, staring back at me like he was waiting for me to submit to him. My gaze ran over his body, at all the muscle and inked flesh, at the scars of his childhood. I always felt comfortable with my scars knowing his body was covered with his own. I never had to hide my body, never felt inadequate or embarrassed of my marks. Hunter never cared about them. He worshipped me like my body was perfect.
Mouth dry, I asked, “Fucking me won’t solve the issue.”
“I’m not trying to solve anything,” he simply replied.