"Fuck you!"
The words that sprung out of Allison's mouth should have stung Michael. Instead, they sent another thrill of excitement through his body.
Michael wasn't sure what it was about the petite blonde firecracker, but after a year of being together, there was one thing he was sure of.
Angry sex with her was by far better than any other sex they had; including make-up sex. Their sexual appetite for each other was never lacking, but the way she expressed herself during angry sex sent him into another hemisphere.
He loved it.
He loved her.
And it wasn't that he was interested in having a constant war with her, but the way that Allison's temper worked, hot, fierce and short-lived, picking an argument with her here and there was often worth it.
This one was a little bigger than he'd expected though.
She'd packed a small bag.
Michael was sure she was planning on going to her cousin's house, but that was only if she could get out the door, something he wasn't interested in letting happen.
"I can't believe you would actually accuse me of lying after everything we've been through!"
The fight had started out simple enough until the subject of her ex came up. He couldn't care less about that idiot, but it never ceased to get under her skin.
Michael followed her watching her full hips sway angrily down the hall. He bit his bottom lip and adjusted his pants as the sight only turned him on further.
"You omitted the truth Allie. If you can call me on my bullshit, why can't I call you on yours? I think it's only fair."
His calm rational explanation only spurred her anger.
Allison turned just before she reached the door. She knew he was baiting her, but she couldn't stop herself from overreacting. Michael was the best and worst at getting under her skin.
She loved him; every part of him. From his quirky smile and chewed on fingernails to the way he shivered after a long pee.
She loved him.
But right now, she wanted to punch him in his dumb smug face.
"I. Did. Not. Lie." She ground out with clenched fists.
Michael's tongue darted out licking his lips.
Even as she glared at him, she couldn't stop the arousal that hit directly to her core. No matter what mood she was in, when he gave her that look, her insides turned into putty.
His crossed arms showcased the lean, unassuming muscle that ran over his entire body. Allison took in a slow deep breath. Several images of him using those arms to forcefully take her right then and there on the door kept making an appearance in her head. A shiver ran down her spine.
With a huff, she shook her head trying to get rid of them, but it was no use.
The knowledge that even at the height of anger, he could have her panties soaked only pissed her off even more.
Her emerald eyes connected with his cobalt blues.
He then smirked.
She knew she her face was flush with a mix of anger and lust, but there was nothing she could do about it.
He was a smug sexy bastard.
Suddenly, his eyes seemed to change to a steely gray. His steps were slow but purposeful invading her personal space. The feel of her breath on his skin and the faint scent of lavender and honey sent a jolt straight to his groin. His cock throbbed at the mixture of barely uncoiled rage and want reflecting in her eyes knowing she knew exactly what he wanted. His gaze moved lower to her full lips before speaking his next words. "Yes. You. Did."
It was enough to get the reaction he hoped for.
Allison's eyes turned into slits as she reared back to slap him in the face.
Michael wasn't a masochist. Or, he didn't think he was, but occasionally, he would let her make contact. His retaliation was always to make sure he fucked her as hard as possible making them both come as hard as possible.
This time, he caught it and slammed it up against the door. His other hand quickly disposed of the bag on her shoulder and pinned the other arm behind her back while he pushed his cock into her waist.
