“What is wrong with you?” she shouted. He seemed to believe she was lying about being attracted to him.

Why? Was he just being difficult? Or did he feel he was damaged goods?

She disappeared into her bedroom and returned to toss a sheet, blanket, and pillow at him. “Gigantic asses sleep on the couch.” For the moment, his reason didn’t matter. He was being an asshole, and she’d tolerate only so much assiness.

The aggravating male shrugged, spread out the sheet, propped the pillow on the armrest, and tossed the blanket onto the cushions. She leaned against the doorjamb, determined to unnerve him by staring.

Darius glanced at her. He grinned, the snake tat moving in sync with his wicked smile. Pulling his tee overhead, he lobbed it onto the floor. With his fingers on his zipper, he slid it open, inch by tantalizing inch.

Zora let out shaky, slow breaths.

“Are you sticking around for the whole show?” His brows rose.

“Yep.” A soft moan left her mouth. No one had ever elicited such a response from Zora.

“I aim to please.”