Obsession

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Not like I’d expect that common courtesy from you,” he replied, his pale eyes dancing…with what? Anger? Amusement? “After all, you never thanked me for saving your ass—a pretty ass at that. So I can add inconsiderate to your growing

list of attributes. Put that right next to: overreacts, acts first and then thinks, drama—”

“Oh, go fu—” “You do not want to finish that sentence,” Hunter warned, his voice low enough to send warning shivers down my spine. “The...

“Why don’t you put some more clothes on? You’re a little distracting right now.”

“Why don’t you put some clothes on?” Stopping at the door, he glanced over his shoulder. “Do I distract you?”

At least I now knew that the male species were asses no matter what planet they hailed from.

My throat dried. “You’re in my personal space.” “You’re in my home, therefore that cancels out your personal space.” “Your logic is faulty.”

I glanced at the chair. “The bed is big enough for the both of us, you know.” “I know.” “You can sleep here, too.” It didn’t seem like he’d respond at first. He stared at me like I was crazy. I didn’t get the look. Several hours ago, we’d shared the same bed. Everything and nothing had changed. “Shit,” he said, prowling to the other side of the bed. I lay back down on my side, facing the door. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “That’s not the issue.” The covers stirred and then the bed dipped under his weight. Had he taken off his leather pants? Probably a good thing if I didn’t know. “Then what is the issue?” I asked. There was a beat. “I want to.” I made a face he couldn’t see. “I don’t see how that’s a problem.”