Snarling in protest and struggling to resist his tight, seductive embrace, she is powerless against his fierce will. Before she can catch another breath, he has whisked her away with him to their apartment and cast her down upon their bed. But instead of making love, as they usually do when trying to resolve their conflicts, they continue arguing, anger and lust vying for dominance. He needs to teach her a lesson, show her, for once, the consequences her actions can have on their lives, their future together.
“You are completely out of control. . . . You lash out without any thought at all, and that’s a very dangerous way for our kind to operate,” he harshly scolds.
“Our kind? What about you, Caleb?” she retorts, seeming to miss the point of Caleb’s warning. “I know Alison and Rafe are together, but please! Any time she’s around, she comes batting her baby blues, and I don’t see you turning in the opposite direction.”
“You just don’t get it, do you?” he yells. “You have no idea how irritating this is to go over with you again and again and again.” His lips curl in a snarl as he recalls the numerous rehashes of this conversation.
“OK, fine!” she snarls back at him. “Then answer this—if I’m so impossible and irritating, why the Hell are you still here?”
“It would be better if I didn’t love you,” he sighs, kissing her lips and neck. “But you are unlike any other woman, and you’re in my blood.” His voice is husky, seething with frustration and desire.
“Why are we fighting when we could be making love?” she asks. |
