She hated him. She hated him even when she didn’t hate him at all. Perhaps it was the way his hand felt against her hip, enticing her to have just a little bit more of him. just a touch. just a taste. His fingers tightened against the tight fabric of her denim jeans and the woman rolled her blue eyes up to his face to see that ever arrogant smile on his face for being able to get her to stand just against him. She never looked elsewhere as her fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt. She never blinked when she tightened her grip enough to draw him in. Luck? Luck had nothing to do with this. Not when her mouth crushed against his own hard enough to bruise. She would mark him. Of, she would leave a trail behind of wandering thoughts for him to keep thinking about for days after this moment. Her mouth was harsh and just as demanding as ever, making sure to draw a groan from him as she taste tested his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. She drew away before he could completely react and released him from her hold.