Free Flesh 02 Skin by Kylie Scott Page B

that?”
    “You’re a dickhead and an asshole and I hate you. You repulse me.”
    “Really? Do I?” He laughed in her face.
    Murder was too good for him. Only torture would satisfy the sick shame and anger hiding inside her.
    “Yes,” she said. “You make me want to puke.”
    His hand rubbed at his mouth, half smothering a smile, and he made a noise of disbelief.
    “You do! You’re dirty and sweaty and you stink and—”
    And then the bastard kissed her.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
     
    Roslyn did nothing for the longest time.
    Nick pressed his lips against hers and waited. His hands cradled her head, holding her to him. He didn’t try to take it deeper and didn’t try for tongue.
    Just kissed her, hard but chaste.
    And wouldn’t she be impressed he even knew that word.
    He poured all his lust for her into it, trying to show her how much he wanted her. Fuck but her lips were soft. He opened his eyes to find her staring at him with the familiar look of shock and horror in her wide eyes. But she didn’t move. She seemed to have frozen rock solid before him.
    Reluctantly he stopped and pulled back, hands still in place. Silky strands of hair slipped between his fingers. He sat there on his haunches, staring at her closed mouth. Not getting distracted by the set of breasts heaving beneath her baggy sweater. Her upper lip was a perfect dusky pink cupid’s bow. Was her pussy the same color? Her nipples?
    Nick sat patiently, panting, waiting for her to do something. Shit, she didn’t even seemed to be breathing and he was about ready to hyperventilate.
    Suddenly her face twisted into something like grief, eyes hurt and confused. A strangled, angry noise escaped her and she shoved him hard with both hands. An action so fast and violent it sent him reeling back onto his ass. He should have been ready for it.
    “Roslyn. Don’t.”
    She sprang to her feet and was off, getting the hell away from him as fast as she could. Arms and legs pumping, she sprinted down the driveway. Gravel crunched beneath her socked feet.
    Nick pushed to his feet and took off after her, a bare body-length or two behind. It didn’t take much for him to catch her. For all her effort, she wasn’t fast. He grabbed her up in a big bear hug from behind. The woman yowled like a wet cat. Her feet left the ground and her heels drummed against his shins. She wrestled and growled and he just held on tight as he could without hurting her.
    “Stop it,” he ordered.
    Her kicking increased.
    “Alright. Alright, I shouldn’t have done that.” Because a half-assed kiss wasn’t worth all this drama, not when it hadn’t even gotten him anywhere. But he had to push her, didn’t he? Fair enough if she pushed back.
    He couldn’t resist the opportunity to grab for more. His idiot dick stirred in his pants, seconding the notion, loving the feel of her curvy ass writhing against him. She made him greedy and stupid, stupider even than normal. “Roslyn, ease up.”
    Her elbows jerked, trying to reach him and failing.
    “Easy,” he said. “I’m going to put you down.”
    She slowly slid down him until her feet returned to solid ground. Bits of grass and debris clung to her socked feet.
    “There,” he said. “Now calm down.”
    “Let me go,” she huffed.
    “Are you going to run?”
    No answer.
    “Are you?”
    “No,” she said in a low voice. Fury radiated off her. If sparks had flown from her fluffy red hair he wouldn’t have been surprised.
    “Okay.” He loosened his grip, set her free.
    Without another word she turned and strode back to the cabin. Her movements were tight, tense.
    Shit. How much damage had his idiotic kiss done? “Roslyn, wait.”
    He followed her and she sped up, jogging up the ramp and crossing the plank in a few hasty steps. Head down and ass twitching angrily beneath the sweatpants. Into the cool, shadowy interior of the cabin she stomped, with him on her tail.
    “Ros, let’s talk.”
    She turned an abrupt corner and ducked into