Angelina smiled. “I’m fine. You can stop fussing over me. Lyric made me feel much better. I think I’m going to go out and let Micah take over.”
Connor glanced up, fleeting apology in his gaze, but Lyric shot daggers back at him with hers. As Angelina walked out the door, Lyric shook her head and turned on her heel to stalk back to the kitchen.
Connor caught her wrist before she took two steps and pulled her back around to face him.
“Let me go,” she hissed.
“I’m sorry.”
It was a sincere apology, but hurt still crowded her chest. “I don’t even know why you brought me, Connor. It’s obvious you think I’ll be an ass**le to your precious friends. They seem to like me, which is more than I can say for you. They’ve also been nice to me, which again—”
He pulled her against his chest and sealed his lips over hers, effectively halting her angry tirade. “Shut up. Just shut up,” he growled.
She went stock-still against him as he plundered her mouth. There was nothing gentle or tentative about his kiss. His lips scorched over hers, stealing her breath and returning it as his tongue probed and explored the inside of her mouth.
It should piss her off. She should be shoving him on his ass. She should be doing a lot of things, but what she did was kiss him back. She was tentative, and the truth was she wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but his taste intoxicated her and made her dizzy.
A whisper of charcoal danced through her nostrils and it blended with his natural masculine scent until she wanted to lick him to see if his skin tasted as good as he smelled.
She’d been kissed before many times but never like this. Most men were intimidated by her and it showed in how they touched her. Connor took charge and it was clear he had plenty of self-confidence.
He cupped her face, his fingers splaying over the sides of her neck. They pressed possessively into her flesh, branding her.
Shivers danced along her spine as his tongue rubbed sensuously over hers, stroking and coaxing until she responded in kind. Her response was automatic. She didn’t have to think about whether she wanted to kiss him or whether she wanted him to continue kissing her. It wasn’t like she had a choice. She was a helpless prisoner to his overwhelming power.
When he finally let her go, she staggered back, her lips swollen. She raised a shaky hand to her tingling mouth and stared wordlessly at him, unable to comprehend that he’d just kissed the daylights out of her. He hated her!
He closed the distance again, regret in his eyes. He touched her shoulder, a light gesture meant to reassure her.
“I’m sorry. I was an ass.”
She shook her head to rid herself of the lingering effects of his wicked mouth.
“Not for kissing you,” he amended. “I’m sorry for being an ass**le, but not for kissing you.”
“Why did you?” she asked faintly. “You don’t even like me.”
“You drive me insane. I look at you and you make me instantly crazy.”
Her eyes narrowed and some of the euphoria evaporated. “The feeling is quite mutual.”
His grin was cocky and arrogant and it was so damn sexy she wanted to march back over there and finish what they’d started.
“Every time you get all pissy and mean, I get a hard-on from hell. I wonder if you have any idea how sexy you are when you turn that nose up and start throwing attitude.”
Her mouth fell open. It closed and then opened again like a fish out of water. Then she glared. “You’re full of shit. You’re just saying that so I’ll be nice to you from now on.”
His laughter rang out. “Well, I suppose that’s one way to get you to stop being a bitch.”
She crossed her arms, prepared to give him the look of death when she realized what the result would be. Instead she threw up her hands and stomped back toward the kitchen.
“That goes double for tantrums,” he called after her.
CHAPTER 8
“I wonder if any of you are free tomorrow morning. I need someone to look out for Lyric while I meet with the security firm her record label has hired,” Connor said over the dinner table.
In the process of raising her fork to her mouth, Lyric dropped it onto her plate with a clatter, and she stared mortified across the table at Connor.
“What was all that about where you go, I go, and vice versa?” she demanded. “For God’s sake, I don’t need babysitters.”
“The team providing peripheral security and I will be deciding what needs to be done to ensure your safety,” Connor said evenly. “You’ll just interfere and argue. We can get it done a lot quicker if you aren’t there.”
She stared at him in disbelief. She’d been accommodating so far. She’d conceded on goddamn everything. What else did he want from her? A note signed in blood avowing her compliance?
She itched to bolt from her chair and get the hell out of there, but he’d expect that. He watched her even now as if waiting for her to throw a fit.
She decided to ignore him instead.
She lowered her gaze and stabbed at the meat with her fork. She tuned out what the others were saying. She didn’t give a shit about these people. Or Connor f**king Malone. Every time she thought it wouldn’t be so bad to be tethered to him for the next two weeks, he had to remind her what a huge ass**le he was.
To her absolute mortification, tears stung her eyelids. Hell would freeze over before she’d ever let him see her cry.
Damn it, she’d tried her best to work with him. She knew she could be difficult and usually she didn’t give a flying f**k, but she’d honestly tried with him and his friends. She’d done everything humanly possible to tone it down because secretly she’d wanted his approval.
Fuck that and him. She didn’t need anyone’s goddamn approval. Only her own.
“You are such an ass**le, Connor.”
For a moment Lyric thought she’d totally lost control of her tongue and aired her thoughts. But when she looked up, she saw Faith glaring holes in her brother.
Connor raised an eyebrow at his sister.
Even “sweetie” looked at Connor like he’d lost his mind.
“It’s not like you to be such a jerk,” Faith continued. “Lyric doesn’t deserve that from you.”
“Maybe we don’t have the full story,” Gray said in a diplomatic voice.
Faith glared at her husband. Then she turned to Lyric, who had her teeth sunk firmly into her bottom lip so she didn’t humiliate herself further by showing how affected she was by Connor’s attitude.