“You’re a real piece of work. I see some things never change.” She jerks the truck door open, jumps out, and turns to leave me with one last insult. “And you’re still an ass.” She slams the door and stomps toward the garage keypad, jamming her fingers against the numbers as if they’ve personally offended her.
“And you’re still stubborn at hell,” I grumble, yanking my door open. I should calm down. Take a moment to center my thoughts. But the energy pulsing through my veins and the air rushing in my ears shoves away all good sense. Who the hell does she think she is, coming back into my life unannounced? Twisting everything upside down!
Climbing from the truck cab, I ignore the boxes and crates in the back and stomp over to where she stands, arms crossed and foot tapping as the garage door lifts.
“Hey! We’re not done yet.” Not with this conversation. Not by a long shot. I don’t know what comes over me. Or why she looks so damn good when she’s this mad. But I close the space between us with quick strides, crowding her personal space.
She spins at my approach, fury in her eyes. Only she must not expect me to stand so close and the gasp that escapes her parted lips sounds exactly like the sounds she used to make when we made love. “I’m not doing this right now,” she threatens, taking a step back. Her spine hits the wall. Her gaze drops to my lips.
“Alicia,” I practically growl.
“What do you want from me?” The question leaves her lips a whisper. Taunting. Tempting. Pulling me into her universe. I can’t fight it, but really, I don’t even try. When it comes to her, I’m both lost and found.
My lips crash to hers, swallowing her next gasp. She tastes good. Her lips just as I remember. The anger inside my chest is still there, but with every brush of my lips it morphs and fades to a different feeling. Passion. Heat. Desire. My hands grip her waist, my fingers digging into her flesh through the fabric of her jeans. I press her harder against the wall, capturing her moans and savoring this moment.
Because I know it won’t last.
She’s going to shove me away.
She’ll run again. She always will.
Kacey Shea is a USA Today bestselling author of steamy contemporary romance. She enjoys writing strong and smart heroines, heroes with hearts of gold, and stories that deliver a satisfying, well-earned happily ever after.
When she's not writing you will find her playing Uber to one of her three children, drinking iced tea by the gallon, or planning her next escape from the Arizona heat.