Clearly, an ultimatum wasn’t going to work because he glared hard and said, “You couldn’t get out of here even if you tried.”
I took a threatening step forward and he moved to block the door.
I saw the error of my ways then.
He wouldn’t make the move.
I would have to.
I walked toward him, and he stiffened.
“Let me ask you something, Copper,” I breathed.
He swallowed hard. “What?”
“What makes you think I care about anything but you?” I asked. “I don’t care about what people think. I don’t care about what people say. I don’t care about who turns our way. I don’t care if you took that man to your clubhouse last night and beat the snot out of him. I don’t care if you blow this entire world up, as long as Holt and I are with you. I. Don’t. Care.”
He looked away, not meeting my eyes.
“I love you, Copper.” I ran a hand up the length of his chest. “I have for a long, long time.”
He squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
“Holt loves you, too,” I said. “But you already know that, don’t you?”
He said nothing, stubbornly clenching his lips closed.
“You can’t hide from me, Copper Clayborne.” I poked him in his hard ass chest. “I won’t let you.”
“You could try…” He looked down at me, seething.
“How do you feel about raising my child alone?” I asked.
He looked at me in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“Because I’m about to go on a rampage through the streets of Dallas,” I said. “I’m going to start murdering people one by one until you…”
Okay, so I was exaggerating, but seriously. I was so mad.
I…
He moved, slamming his mouth onto my own so fast that I wasn’t able to catch a breath.
He moved me so that he had me pressed against the door he’d been blocking, then bent down to lift me up by my thighs.
I easily wrapped my legs around his waist, my moan slipping from my lips at the way his hands were so big that they completely covered my ass.
He pulled away, panting, angry as hell, with a grip on my face that told me he meant business. “You better be really fucking sure.”
I swallowed past a lump in my throat and whispered, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He didn’t give me a second chance to get away.
He slammed his mouth back onto my own, then started hastily unbuttoning his jeans.
I groaned and used his shoulders to lift myself higher, pulling myself out of his supporting hand so he could get to his dick faster.
A loud thunk, followed by the clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor, was enough for me to realize we were in business.
