Perfect Chaos(46)

He walked toward me. I considered running, but I’d do anything Deck wanted right now. I was turned on and terrified at the same time. My hand on the doorknob twisted.

He kept coming until he was inches away and when he took a breath, I could feel his shirt touch mine. He leaned into me, hands resting on the door above my head, trapping me. “Do you ever listen to instructions?”

I trembled because I was thinking about him kissing me when I should have been thinking about what he was doing.

“I’m going to fuck you, Georgie.” My breath hitched and an intense ache grabbed me and held so tight I shifted uneasily. The drumming of my heart was so violent I thought it might spike out the top of my head.

“I … I don’t understand.” Why was he doing this? Ten years I’d wanted to sleep with him. Ten years and suddenly after I told him bad shit … horrible shit … shit I wasn’t even finished telling him … he wanted to break his word to my brother and sleep with me?

He smiled, but it wasn’t a pleasant smile. It was kind of cruel and all- knowing with lips pursed together and slightly pulled up in the corners. So not Deck. “You don’t understand how to fuck? Or you don’t understand what I said?”

“I don’t understand why you want to.”

“Oh, you will. You’ll understand so fuckin’ clearly it will make your head spin.”

Oh, shit, his voice was low and husky and reminded me of the muffled roar of a souped-up shiny black Mustang. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed across my pelvis and I wanted to rip them off and feel the heated bliss of his skin against mine.

“Never known you to be speechless.” He hadn’t touched me yet—well, if I didn’t count his eyes driving into me. “You want this, Georgie? Because I had the impression you did. This is me.” He leaned in closer, so his lips were next to my ear. “Do what I say and take off your fuckin’ shirt or walk out that door and never come back.”

Jesus. I was so stunned I stood there even when he pushed off the door and stepped away. I knew Deck. He didn’t make idle threats, and I suspected he’d even open the door for me if I refused him.

There wasn’t a chance I’d ever do that.

I grabbed the edges of my shirt, pulled it over my head and let it slip from my fingers to the floor. I heard his intake of breath as he looked at me. His expression remained the same, unwavering and hard, and it made my legs quiver like rubber bands. I leaned back onto the door for support and it pushed my chest out which sparked a smoldering flame in his eyes.

“Bra.”

Why hadn’t he kissed me? Touched me? Why was he making me undress as he stood fully clothed, even wearing his boots? What was this?

“Deck, why—”

His brows rose and I swallowed then reached behind me and grabbed the clasp of my bra. The hooks came undone and the straps slid down my arms as my bra fell forward. His eyes were on mine until I let the bra fall. Goose bumps spread across my skin as his eyes drifted down to my chest and I suddenly felt vulnerable. I didn’t like that, and I went to cross my arms when he grabbed my wrists.

“No.” Deck let me go then nodded to my jogging pants.

I swallowed, bent over and took them off, leaving them on the floor beside me.

He waited.

I stood half-naked against his door while he watched me. It was thrilling as much as it was unsettling. And I was completely turned on and confused that I was turned on by it.

He didn’t need to say anything; he merely looked at my panties.

I didn’t want it like this. I wanted passion, him grabbing me and ripping off all my clothes, not him standing there while I undressed. This wasn’t even remotely like my fantasies. Well, except for the fact I was burning up and aching with so much anticipation for his touch that I was afraid I’d collapse.

“Kiss me, Deck.” I wanted him in my arms, to hold me, hear him groan, feel his hands on me.

“You can’t do what I ask then get out.” Deck turned on his heel and strode down the hall.

Fuck. God, what was I doing? But I found myself running after him and saying, “Okay. Okay, I’ll do it.”

He was already at his bedroom door and I sighed as my words stopped him and he turned. My skin was on fire and it wasn’t from embarrassment as his eyes roamed over my body as if he was contemplating whether I was worthy of him.

When he leaned back against the doorframe and crossed his arms, I knew exactly what he was waiting for. I slipped my fingers into the bikini straps of my white panties and slowly dragged them down then stepped out of them. I lifted my head and stood up straight, cocking my hip as I put one hand on it.