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Exactly how I knew she’d look once she finally stopped fighting it.

I carry her down the hall with her mouth still on mine, but we only make it halfway before I put her against the wall because she keeps pulling me closer like I’m not already trying to crawl under her skin.

“So fucking needy,” she mutters.

“You’re the one wrapped around me.”

“And?”

“And I’m losing my fucking mind.”

That gets a little smile out of her right before she kisses me again.

By the time we reach the bedroom, my belt is open, her clothes are half undone, and every bit of anger she came here with has turned into something hotter.

Something that wants to be handled.

Good thing I’m fucking desperate to do it.

I set her on the edge of the bed and pull my shirt over my head.

She hooks her fingers into my waistband tugging my pants down before I can step back and pulls me between her knees.

Her eyes drag over me, slow and shameless, taking in the size of my cock through my briefs, her tongue darting out over her lips.

Then she looks up.

“Still mad?” I ask.

“Very.”

I lean down until my mouth brushes hers. “Good. Now watch me make it up to you.”

Gently I push her back on the bed and climb over her.

I don’t give her time to catch her breath.

The second her back hits the mattress, I’m over her, my mouth crashing into hers. She meets me just as hard, fingers digging into my shoulders before her nails drag down my back.

The sting pulls a groan out of me.

Fuck, she’s been holding all of this in.

Every glare and insult. Every time she looked at my mouth and pretended she hadn’t.

It’s all here now.

Her hands reach for her shirt, I help her drag it up and toss it somewhere behind me before making quick work of the rest, both of us too impatient to be careful about where anything lands.

When I look back down, she’s still wearing a thin white lace bra and matching thong.

Fuck me.

Her body shakes beneath mine, as I take her lips again, legs pulling me closer, mouth opening for me like she’s just as fucking starved as I am.

I break the kiss long enough to look at her.

Her hair spills across my pillow, her lips swollen from kissing me, and the thin white lace against her skin makes it hard to think straight. There’s still a little anger in her eyes, but most of it has turned into something hotter now.