The Red Zone (The League, #2)

by Meg Reading

The moment the door slammed behind me one of my tattooed hands wrapped around her neck as I turned her to face me, trading places so she was walking backward. “I’m done fucking around and I’m done picking stupid fights with you.” My tone was gravelly, but her eyes lit up as her back flushed against the door, and I reached over with my right hand to lock it. “You’re mine. Do you understand that?” I leaned in, sealing my words with a kiss. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I never stop thinking about you. Even when we lived a thousand miles apart and I hadn’t seen you in seven years, you consumed my thoughts more than I’d like to admit. Don’t you get that?” Mae gulped. “For a long time, I hated that I wanted you. I hated that you drove me fucking crazy, taking up space in my head at all hours of the day. I hated that when you joked about not sleeping in my bed tonight, the first thought I had was how awful my day would be tomorrow because I wouldn’t get to wake up next to you.” “Why are you telling me this?” “Because as much as I wanted to hate you, I’m not sure I ever really did… and I certainly don’t now,” she kissed me this time, hot and demanding. “I’m done playing games with you.” “Really? Tic-tac-toe… hangman. You don’t want to play those together anymore?”