Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(7)

“Right,” she says, moving two steps away with each one of mine. “I pegged you for some kind of deviant criminal the moment I saw you fly past me on that bike. Careless, reckless, and so sure you’re invincible, the safety of other people on the road is of no concern.”

“What are you, some do-gooder crossing guard? It’s a deserted mountain road. That’s what we do up here.”

“It wasn’t deserted, I was on it!”

“Yeah, but we went around you.”

“That’s not the point. You could’ve hurt me. What if I had swerved into—”

“OK, fine,” I say, getting bored with this quick. This was not how I planned to spend this day and I’m already getting a migraine. “I’m the bad guy, you’re the good girl. I give up. Now do you want help with that trailer or not? Because I’m still soaking wet here, and I’d like to change.”

And that’s when I make my move.

I reach down and grab the edge of my dripping wet t-shirt and pull it up over my stomach. I catch her eyes going wide just as I tug it over my head. And by the time I’m tossing it aside, she’s staring at my abs.

I almost can’t tuck down the laugh.

“I d-d-don’t trust you,” she stammers, fixated on my bare chest.

“What’s not to trust, gun girl? I’m sure you’d like to get out of your wet clothes too. Hey, I got an idea. How about I take you upstairs and give you some dry ones. We can have coffee, warm up a bit, and by then the rain will have stopped and we can go see about your trailer.”

The whole time I’m talking, my feet are inching away from her, making her drop her guard. And that’s when I make my second move.

I drop to a crouch and start crawling along the side of the car. Not the direction she thinks. Because she thinks I’m gonna take the shortest distance. But she’s wrong.

“What the f*ck are you doing?” She’s unsettled. Maybe even frightened. I can’t say I blame her. But a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do to protect his man cave. “Oh my God,” she whispers. “Where the—”

And that’s when I get around to the front of the car again. I’m watching the shadow of her feet as she moves, unsure of which way to go. But she f*cks up just like I knew she would. A moment later she takes a chance and loses when she rounds the car and comes right to me.

I spring forward, grab her by the legs, take her down to the floor, sit on her stomach, and pin her hands above her head. The nausea hits me again, only this time it’s so strong, I might actually throw up.

She writhes underneath me, still gripping the gun, but her finger’s not on the trigger. So before she can even think about shooting me, I drag that arm down, place my full weight on her wrist with my knee, and then grab the gun from her hand.

“Now stop,” I growl, as the saliva pools in my mouth. I might heave and my head is aching even worse than before. I need her to give in right now so I can stop this fight. “It’s over. You’re gonna cooperate, I’m gonna get you out of here, and we’re gonna forget this day ever happened.”

“Get off me,” she says, kicking her legs up, trying to unseat me. My head spins. Hold it together, man. Hold it together.

I lie down across her chest, almost smothering her with my weight. “Stop,” I say, leaning down to whisper in her ear. She shakes her head like it tickles, but I touch my lips to her soft skin and breathe, “I don’t want to hurt you, but you’re gonna have bruises if you keep struggling.”

“Let me go.”

“I will, but not until you’re still.”

She tries to take a deep breath to calm herself, but I’m too heavy so she can’t get enough air. I ease up a little and she draws in air through her teeth. My head clears and the sick feeling starts to subside.

Yeah, she’s still pissed and yeah, that sure the f*ck was something I haven’t felt in fifteen years. I’m gonna have to get out the big guns for this one and put a stop to this before it goes too far. So I lean back down and kiss her.

She twists her head back and forth a few times, but I don’t give up. My lips lock with hers and then I’m probing with my tongue, trying to get her to submit.

“Stop,” she says with a little desperation.

But it’s a chance to kiss her deeper. I slip my tongue into her mouth and she goes still. A moment later her lips soften and she’s kissing me back. I let go of her wrist and ease my knee up off her arm to see if she’s gonna fight. But her hands go right to my hard muscled shoulders and she digs her nails in.

Fuck. That feels good. Good enough to make me close my eyes and almost make me change my mind about getting rid of her. I pull away and now we both need to catch our breath. “That’s more like it.” She turns her head away from me, unwilling to accept the fact she kissed me back. “Do you want to come upstairs?” I ask. “Get some coffee? Dry off and calm down?”

She’s very f*cking cute. Little dimples in her cheeks, even when the frown is there. Her hair has a bit of wave to it and drapes over her shoulders. Something between blonde and brown. Her eyes are hazel. Swirls of brown and green and blue.

“I don’t know,” she says, interrupting my moment. “I really just…” Her body relaxes more as she gives in to me. “I really need to go.”