Redeeming You (Before You #2)(30)

She shot him a disbelieving look as she tossed her long black hair behind her shoulder. Even insanely pissed off, she was f*cking glorious.

“Please tell me you’re not serious.”

He didn’t say a word as he stared at her, his eyes hard, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

She scoffed. “Seriously? I was friendly. That’s it, and by the way, I’m not your girlfriend.”

He seethed even though he knew she was right. She wasn’t his girlfriend, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed. “Right, so you allow any guy touch you, do whatever, whenever. You’re just available. My mistake.” He threw his hands into the air. “I won’t read anything into whatever is happening between us again.”

She blanched. “Is that what you think of me?” Her voice was small and shaky even as her eyes raged with betrayal.

Crap. His stomach lurched. He didn’t want to hurt her. He was an irrational ass. He rubbed his hand across his face. “No,” he said finally. “Not even close. I just…I don’t know.” His head tilted toward the ceiling, then looked back at her. “I didn’t like that loser touching you. Sorry.”

Her mouth opened, then quickly closed. “Oh my God, you’re jealous,” she said, incredulous.

Fuck! No way. He would never admit to it because he didn’t do the jealousy thing ever, and not with Taylor. Even as the urge to push away every male in her vicinity simmered through his veins, he wouldn’t believe it. “Not even close,” he said shaking his head a little too enthusiastically.

“Cam.”

“Taylor.”

Taylor’s lips twitched as she raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.” He pulled her against him so their bodies were pressed against each other and just that small contact made him curse every last piece of clothing between them. This woman, with her sassy smile and bewitching eyes, made him want to drag her back to his room so he could claim every ounce of her soul in all matter of ways that she’d never forget.

She brushed her finger across his lower lip. “Okay, so you wouldn’t mind if I sat back down next to Paul and played a couple more hands of blackjack?” Her finger dipped into his mouth. “He asked for my room number,” she confided as she dropped kisses along his heavily stubbled jaw line. “He was kind of cute. He had dreamy bedroom eyes.”

This woman would be the death of him. He wanted to lick her finger, strip off her shirt and do a million other things better left for a private location, and then her comments penetrated his mind. “Who the f*ck is Paul?”

She burst out laughing tapping him on his chest. “The man at the blackjack table who you were one second from assaulting a few minutes ago.”

Cam dug his hands into her hips, pulling her toward him. “I’m not threatened by him. He’s a total douche and if he’s your style, then by all means, give him your room number or whatever else you have in mind.” Cam didn’t mean a word he said, but he didn’t want her to think she had the upper hand because he had the sneaking suspicion that she did, just a little.

She leaned back, tilting her chin up as she looked at him through her long fringed eyelashes. “So you don’t mind if I ditch you and—”

“I’m not jealous,” he interrupted. “But if you go within five feet of him, you’ll be responsible for a premature ending to Chasing Ruin’s tour.”

“How do you figure?” she asked rubbing her nose along his neck and nibbling on his ear.

“Because,” he mumbled as his hands roamed the length of her back dipping under her shirt seeking contact with her bare skin. He loved the feel of silky skin under his fingertips and he couldn’t wait to taste that same skin—every f*cking inch of it. “I’d probably break my hand when I punched him and I know the label wouldn’t pleased if I damaged my playing hand or with the negative publicity.”

“Well, I certainly don’t want that, especially when it’s my job to stop that kind of nonsense from happening.”

“Exactly, so you should do what I ask at all times,” he said, his hands moving over the sexy curves of her body.

“You think?” she whispered, her hands tangling in his hair.

He grinned. “Within reason, of course. I’m not a complete *, you know.”

“Hm…and what do you want me to do right now?”

“Come to my room.”

“Is that a demand?” she said as her lips brushed across his.

“It’s whatever will get you to my room faster,” he said because he was done resisting her and delaying the inevitable. “I’ll even say please if you want me to.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she murmured suggestively next to his ear.

She arched into his touch and that little movement caused an explosion of lust in his body that had been building all night long or maybe since she told him that he looked like shit at lunch a week ago. “Let’s get out of here,” he growled, pulling her through the crowded casino floor toward the elevator so quickly she almost tripped trying to keep up with him.





CHAPTER TWELVE




The minute he opened the door to his hotel room, Cam practically pushed her through the entrance and kicked it closed with his foot. He stalked toward her, circling his arms around her body. She didn’t miss his appreciative stare and she knew there would be no stopping this time. Finally.