I blinked at him, heart in my throat. "You weren't exactly alone, either."
His mouth twitched. "I was doing charity work. At the Mario's sincere request."
"You're unbelievable."
"And you're jealous."
I scoffed. "And you're not?"
That smug, terrifyingly sexy glint in his eyes returned full force. "Do I look like a man who shares?"
Before I could answer—before I could even breathe, he lifted me slightly, caging me fully now between his arms and the door, his thigh slipping between mine like it belonged there.
"What are you doing?" I managed, voice high and tight as his mouth brushed my neck. My collarbone. Each kiss softer than sin and twice as addictive.
"Apologizing," he murmured.
"That won't work." I turned my face away, heat crawling up my cheeks.
His hand cradled my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"Then tell me what will."
I opened my mouth.
He didn't wait.
