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itself in her mind, like paper within a flame.
    “Ryan?” she asked breathlessly, hating the way he was looking at her with so much resentment firing his beautiful stare.
    “What the hell are you talking about, Shea? Are you crazy?” he gritted through his clenched teeth, every word bitten and hard with fury.
    His eyes went darker, as if that were possible, and slowly traveled down the length of her scantily clad body, sending a rush of heat through her blood. Her own chin lifted with stubborn pride. “You may not like it, but it’s the truth. I went there because I thought—”
    “You thought what, you little idiot? That I’d pick you up in a place like Red’s and that would make it okay for me to fuck you?” he demanded crudely, trying to hurt her. Anything to scare her away before he did the unthinkable and gave in to what his damn cock wanted so badly.
    “I—” She swallowed thickly, working for her voice, knowing she’d rather die than back down now. “I’ve tried everything, Ryan, but you never give me a chance. It’s like you see right through me, like I’m not even there! So yeah, I thought seeing me at Red Mackey’s Bar might make you think of me differently, and really notice who I am. What’s so wrong with that? You go to bed with the rest of them. Why not with me?”
     
    He was so angry he felt like he wanted to rip something apart—so friggin’ on edge that all he really wanted was to plow his aching cock up her pussy and take everything he’d wanted to take for the past three godforsaken months. What was she trying to do to him?
    As if watching through a thick fog of physical need, he saw one big hand move from her shoulder to her breast. He fingered the sensuous silk covering the firm mound and deliberately rasped her small nipple, trying desperately to ignore what the feel of her did to his dick. At this rate, he was going to reach ungodly proportions.
    “And this?” he asked with a forced, cocky smirk, ruefully aware that the simple touch of her nipple beneath his fingertips was about to make him come in his pants. “Was this get-up supposed to make me want you, Shea? Make me see you as anything other than a naïve young woman asking for something she wouldn’t know what to do with in the first place? I’m not one of your young poets or artists, damn it. When I take a woman home for the night, it’s not all rosy and sweet. I fuck with my mouth and my hands and my cock, with the lights bright, honey, so I can see just what kind of cunt I’m pounding into. I’m not soft and I’m sure as hell not small, and I don’t think you really know what you want. Christ, I’m twice your size,” he sneered. “I’d probably tear you apart!”
    Oh God, she silently groaned, feeling a rush of liquid heat melt her pussy at his shocking touch and words. She swallowed over the lump in her throat and tried to find a spark of hope in the fear she’d heard just beneath his anger. “No, you’re wrong, damn it. I know what I want. You’re just too afraid to believe it. What is it, Ry? You got a thing about not sleeping with anyone who knows more about you than your first name?”
    His eyes widened, then narrowed, pinning her in place—something shifting through them that she didn’t understand, couldn’t identify. “So you went there to get laid, huh?”
    He took her left nipple between two knuckles and twisted the small nub, eliciting a sharp breath from her parted, wine-colored lips. The warm look in her gray gaze became glazed with desire, stormy and vague, as if she were already on the verge of coming, and he knew she’d be one of those women he could bring to orgasm just by sucking on her tits. “I hadn’t pegged you as that kind of girl, but then, hey—I’ve been wrong before.”
    Shea couldn’t think of an argument, not with the barrage of emotions and physical sensations spearing through her. All she could think to give him was the truth. “I went there looking for you,