Page 130 of Penalty Shot

And there it is: Lance shutting me up like I’m a kid who doesn’t know what she wants. I’m not a kid. At the moment, I’mobsessedwith proving it to this man.

“You’re right, Lance. It isn’t Sergei I want,” I pause, letting the words sink in. “It isn’t Sergei I dream about, is it?” My voice has a raspy quality I’d never had before.

His eyes narrow, his breath shallow when he states gruffly, “No, it isn’t.”

We’re both referring to the morning I woke up grinding on him. Lance searches my face like there’s a secret only he can unveil.

“You dream ofme, don’t you, Little Cassie?”

That nickname again! I want to wipe it from the face of the earth. I shove him back so his butt hits the closed door. Then I step in and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing myself against his granite chest.

“There’s nothing little about me, Lance.”

I’ve noticed the way he glances at my breasts. I thought I had imagined it, but Lance’s stiff erection confirms he isn’t unaffected.

Who you calling a kid now, hotshot?

“You’ve made your point,” he mutters through gritted teeth.

“Have I? I don’t think so. There’s so much more I can do to prove my point.” My voice deepens when I go on tiptoe and lean into his neck, my lips brushing the pounding pulse. “What didyou call me, Lance? Innocent? Do you want me to show you all the ways I’m not an innocent little girl anymore?”

In a flash, Lance spins me around. I’m lifted and pressed against the door, his groin cradled in the wetness barely contained by my tiny sleep shorts.

“You’ve made your point loud and clear, Cassie. You’re a woman who’s determined to drive me crazy. A woman who makes me so fucking thirsty for your pussy, I can’t think straight. Now shut. The fuck. Up.”

“Make me,” I say before pulling his head down to crash our mouths together.