Fierce(54)

“What? Flirty? That doesn’t mean I actually want something.”

“Then why do you want something with me?” I say, gulping.

“Because you’re different,” he says. “But I can’t. I can’t do this to you. I can’t turn you into something you’re not. I already think I’m fucked up, but when I fuck you up too … God, no.”

“You won’t. I’ll be okay. I can handle it.”

“No, you can’t,” he growls, and takes a step closer. “You have to leave. Now.”

“Why? Why do you keep pushing my buttons and then rejecting me?”

One of his eyebrows arches up. “Don’t you see what you do to me? I need you to go so I can calm down. I get fucking hard just looking at you like that.” He points at my dress, and suddenly I have the urge to cover myself up, feeling naked.

He shakes his head and sighs. “I mean, look at you. You’re such a fucking good girl, with your books and your proper clothes. I’m like a fucking stain on your rep,” he rants. “I could hold myself back, but now … after those kisses … God, now I can’t stand it. I just want to rip your clothes off.”

I think I’m not even listening to him anymore. After he mentioned getting hard because of me, everything feels like a huge blur. All I see is the huge bulge in his jeans, and now I’m desperate to find out what he looks like. What he feels like. What sex with him feels like. My first time.

“You have to leave. Right. Now,” he snaps.

“No,” I say.

“Listen to me for once,” he says.

“No, you listen to me. I want you. I don’t care about the rest. I want to … know what it feels like.”

“Do you even hear what you’re saying? I don’t make love. I fuck your brains out.”

“Then do it,” I say. “You said you saw me looking. You knew I wanted you.”

He chuckles, and the smirk on his face is so ridiculously sexy, I just want to plant my lips on his.

He comes closer, leans forward, and grabs me by the shoulders. “Get. Out.”

“No.”

I don’t want to leave. I want more from him. So much more. Now that I’ve seen and felt a glimpse, I don’t want it to stop. I want to feel, touch, experience.

This isn’t at all like me, but I don’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t even want to be me right now. All I want is him. No rules. No boundaries. Just finding out about sex.

I want to know what it’s like. I’m turning off my restraints. I’ll follow my heart tonight.

I’ve been waiting for the right person for so long, when all I was waiting for was someone like him. Someone who cares about me, someone who protects me. Someone handsome and sweet. So sexy, I could die.

I want him more than anything else right now.

“Get out now before it’s too late to change your mind.” He’s right in front of my face now, so close I just want to pull him back onto the bed with me.

“No. I won’t change my mind.”

He squints, pursing his lips. “Say no one more time.”

I scowl, confused. “Why? Do you get off on it?”

He grins, and it’s a sultry, heavy grin that speaks volumes. “I told you, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I like my girls feisty, and I like to claim them as my own. Especially when they’re playing hard to get.”

I gulp at those last words. My pussy is thumping like crazy, thinking of all the possibilities that encompass ‘claiming.’ Jesus. He really is an animal.

His head hovers close to my ears, and he whispers, “Just say it. Say the word, and I’ll take you, right here, right now.”

I gasp, my inhibitions shattering. “Please …”

He laughs, but it sounds more like a grunt, alerting all my senses. “You asked for it.”

Not one moment does he waste. He grasps my arms, flings me down on the bed, and rips off my shoes like he’s in some kind of frenzy, throwing them into a corner.

I crawl back on my elbows, peering at the predator in front of me.

“You want crazy? You’ll get crazy,” he says.

Hooking his fingers underneath his soaked black shirt, he pulls it over his head and throws it aside.

I’m baffled.

What appears is a sculpted body. Bulging biceps, broad shoulders, trained pectorals, washboard abs, and muscles everywhere. Oh my God.

My eyes are locked on his ripped body. I never imagined him being this fucking hot.

His abs contract when he stalks forward like the real Hunter that he is. He crawls onto the bed, looking up at me from above, his eyes aggressive, seductive. A boyish smile curves his lips, telling me how much he relishes this moment. Like he knows he’s about to be the first to take me.