Page 66 of The Right Garza

“Then quit fucking with me.”

“Now I’m confused. I thought that’s what youwantedme to do.”

“I swear to God…” I mutter under my breath, and again, he laughs at me.

Asshole.

Like he did the last time, he controls the stereo from the steering wheel, skipping through songs until he finds the one he wants, then ups the volume untilLet Meby Zayn whispers all over my skin in seductive waves.

I melt into a puddle.

Chapter NINETEEN

“I’m already starting to question my sanity.”

Lexi

By the time weget to the house, I’m thoroughly seduced by his music selections. Like it’s some kind of foreplay. But if he thinks he’s going to get me all riled up then deny me, he’s got another thing coming.

Inside the house, I stop to take my shoes off and he walks by me, not offering to help this time.Hm.

He pauses by the kitchen and looks over at me. “Can I get you—”

“No.”

“How do you—”

“No,” I repeat with added emphasis as I struggle to undo the stupid straps on my stilettos. “I’m not thirsty, or hungry, or sleepy. I don’t want anything. You don’t need to get me anything.”

“No?Nothing?” he asks with an arched brow. “Oh, okay then.”

Son of a bitch.

He disappears upstairs, leaving me to fight with these damn shoes on my own. Why did I think stilettos with six straps to unbuckle was a good idea for tonight? I want to punch them in the face for cock-blocking me.

Once I’ve at last rid myself of them, I make my way upstairs. All the lights are off, but the soft glow of blue running lights along the floors of the hall lights it up like an airport runaway. Whoa. Hadn’t seen that the first time I was here.Pretty cool.

I brake and try to remember which of the rooms was the master, but then a faint yellow glow spills from under the only door on the right, as if a lamp has been switched on.Can he sense me hunting him?

I rush to it and barge in, like a hunter about to attack its prey, but as soon as I cross the threshold I’m pulled to the side and caged against the wall. Caught in his trap.He’d been waiting for me, the bastard.

He’s shirtless and barefooted and his eyes are on fire.

I glare up at him, nipples tight and aching. “Why do you—”

His lips seal to mine, and I’msoready for it this time that I throw everything I am into kissing him back, with every pulse in my veins. My blood is like lava under my skin, blazing hot and roiling with desperate, urgent need for him, tofeelhim all over me, on me.

I scrape my nails down his chest, meeting every lave of his tongue with the same energy.

When he lifts me up, my legs involuntarily lock around him and my hips undulate, needing friction.

“Ohhh…” I whisper in a scratchy rasp when he drags his mouth from mine and down my neck, licking and biting and kissing.

He pins me in place with his hips so his hands are free to slide down the shoulders of my dress until my breasts are on display for him. He’s dexterous, gentle and rough at the same time, sending thrills of desire through me with each ministration.

“I want…” I gasp in shameless desperation, “I want you so bad.”

Taking me from the wall, he carries me over to the bed, setting me down.