He had been more than certain that he was finished with Heather. He'd taken her, made sure she felt pain in the process, and had done well to assure himself a good time through the entire party. He didn't think that she would want to have anything more to do with him than that. But the girl was obviously stupider than he had pegged her to be, because he suddenly felt her hand on his wrist, tugging him around to face her before he was even able to get the door open. He didn't express his surprise. In fact, unless she was able to read his thoughts, then he probably didn't look very shocked at all. Instead he watched her carefully, the corner of his mouth turning upward into a smirk as she shoved him back and advanced toward him.
Fuck. Yeah, that was hot. He wasn't going to deny it. Her actions instantly installed a new sense of want for her, despite the fact that he had just been on top of her a few moments before. Gripping at the shirt in his hand, he looked down at her as she pulled away, a single brow rising upward in amusement.
"You really shouldn't have done that," he told her with a chuckle. "I'll be back. You can count on that."