He’d had his victory, right? He’d teased her. Traded barbs. And it had happened—he’d drawn her in. He’d kissed her. But even better, she’d kissed him back. She couldn’t deny their explosive chemistry. And she hadn’t. So he’d proved the point, right? But the second he’d taken that success, she’d stolen it back with her decree—she couldn’t ‘let this happen’. Why not? The need to know drove into him. But his need to follow through did more than dominate. The desire to have her—to win—consumed. He didn’t want her to ‘let it happen’ either. He didn’t want her in passive mode. That was what bugged him most—her lack of honesty. She hadn’t just ‘let’ that kiss happen. She’d pulled him close—taken for one hot moment. And now he wanted it all—it was pure chemistry. Undeniable and so strong. He wanted her to push for all of him. Not to be the one pleasing, the one offering, or ‘letting’, but the one taking. He wanted her to admit it—to ask.
