Fierce(51)

“I told you I give girls what they want.” The smug smile on his face is both annoyingly sexy as it is fucking vexing. “I knew I’d get you eventually.”

Only after a few seconds does it register what he just said. Am I just a chase? He’s been planning this?

He’s still making a joke out of this, even after kissing me.

Then I realize I played right into his hands. He did that on purpose. I let him chase me and claim his prize.

He won.

I push him forward and wriggle my way under his arm to get away.

“Hey, where are you going?” he says, coming after me.

“I’m gonna sit in the car and wait this out.”

“Why?” He catches up to me and grabs my wrist.

“Because you’re still playing with me.”

“What?” he says, his brows edging toward each other.

“Stop fucking playing around for once! What you just did was cruel. You can’t just toy with my heart like that!”

He grabs both my arms and pins me to the car door, making it impossible for me to escape.

“I am not toying with you.” I try to tackle him, but he traps my legs between his. “Unless that’s what you want … I can play with you all night if you ask me to. And I will take that offer.”

Oh. My. God.

There he goes again, making me all hot and bothered with his words. He knows it. That’s why he’s doing it. And it’s fucking humiliating.

“What do you want from me?” I say with a desperate tone.

“I’m not playing with you. I just like to see you blush. Lucky me, I get to see it often.”

“Why?”

He cocks his head and chortles. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”

I stare at him in amazement. Is this real?

He makes my stomach twist, and butterflies zing through my entire abdomen. It feels like my entire being has been waiting for this moment.

But I can’t get it out of my mind that I saw Scarlet kissing him.

It’s like she’s sullied him. I know it’s ridiculous, but that’s how I feel. He was supposed to be … mine.

As if he ever was. He must’ve had plenty of girls before. I’m just another one to add to his list.

“What about Scarlet then? She kissed you.”

“Who cares? I don’t. She was just clinging to me. Doesn’t mean it matters. At least, not to me.”

“But―”

“I. Don’t. Want. Her.” He squeezes my arms, raising his eyebrows. “I want you,” he says with a deep, husky voice.

He lowers his head, resting his forehead against mine. His piercing gray eyes are enigmatic and seductive. His lips are parted, but he remains still, as if he’s waiting for me.

Then his tongue dips out and he licks his luscious lower lip, sucking it in, biting a little.

Holy shit. I think I just died.

“Tell me what you want. What you really need. Do you want me to let you go? Do you want me to stop hunting for you?” he murmurs.

Taking in a sharp breath, I hesitate. I’m not sure what to say. It feels so unreal, and yet the look in his eyes tell me this is the truth. He looks so desperate, almost vulnerable, and it makes me believe him.

All this time he really wanted me.

“Kiss me,” I say. “I want you to kiss me.”

It doesn’t take him a second to process my answer.

I feel his breath against my cheek, as he slowly inches closer to my lips. My brain is telling me not to do this. That he isn’t good for me. That he’s only in it for the fun and excitement. That I should pull back.

But I don’t care anymore.

I’ve been dying to touch him and kiss him, and I’m not letting this moment slip by any longer.

As his mouth crashes into mine, shocks run through my entire body. He is quick and eager and ravishes me with his kisses. I can’t resist. His hot mouth on mine is making me feel delirious. It’s like a drug, so powerful.

Pinning my hands in a vice grip beside my head, he sucks on my lips. I moan out loud as he nibbles and then leaves short little kisses.

Every pore in my body screams out for him to touch me. Our mouths are a hot, wet mix. Anxious. Sultry. It makes me weak to the knees.

Desire swells as his kisses unleash a fever inside me. Lust is building, and I can no longer ignore it.

His hands slide down my arms to my waist as he dips his tongue in and out of my mouth, coaxing me. He groans, his lips dragging to my jaw, kissing me everywhere. I pant as he slips down my neck to the spot that makes me want to surrender completely.

My hands wrap around his muscular neck as he fervently kisses my jaw, dragging his tongue along the way. It’s so freaking hot that I moan, and he chuckles in delight. When he nips my earlobe, I’m done for.

He retreats for a second, panting, visibly strained. His eyes are dark in a wicked way. “God, that dress,” he murmurs. “Why’d you have to put that on?”