39

Veronica

"Don't you ever do that to me again, understand?"

"Which part, this?" I gave him the finger again. "Or the walking away?"

He squeezed my arm, his mouth tightening. "You want to play after all?"

I narrowed my eyes, but my heart pounded at the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice. I always seemed to forget my inexperience. Forget his power.

Or maybe I just thought things had shifted between us last night.

"We can play."

He turned me and pushed me over the footboard of the bed.

I made to get up, but he pressed a hand between my shoulder blades and kept me down, then shoved the T-shirt up over my back and spread my legs apart before coming to stand between them. I felt him then, felt his hardness at my ass, and as much as I didn't want to, as much as I wanted to stay angry, my body was responding, like it always did to Stefan.

"You have a great ass, Veronica," he said, then slapped it once.

"Ow!"

"Keep your face on the bed."

He twisted my hair around his hand and leaned over m