Page 69 of On the Ropes
I’d done that.
“To be clear, I thought we’d run the Rocky steps and then get some ice cream. Not make out with you in public during a thunderstorm and rip your shirt off like some kind of…” Her lips quirked up. “Sex monster.”
It was impossible for my cock to get any harder. Impossible for me to feel any less feral than I already did. Those critics had been wrong about me this entire time—I wasn’t some intense robot with circuitry instead of veins. I wasn’t cold or precise. I was disheveled. Debauched. Lacking any semblance of control.
I held out my hand. Crooked my finger. “Come here, Tabitha.”
Her eyebrow arched elegantly. She slid close. I didn’t move. Couldn’t, yet.
“Would you look at that,” she said softly. “I’m in the back seat of your car, Dean Knox-Morelli. What do you plan on doing with me?”
I stroked the tip of my finger up her throat. Lifted her chin and ghosted my lips over hers. “I plan on taking what I want.”
