The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(71)

Somebody knocked on the door a fraction of a second before it opened. I looked up and froze like a deer in the headlights. Austin was here. And I was all alone.

His eyes quickly found me, and a satisfied smirk took hold on his face as he closed the door slowly, but firmly, behind him. I gulped when it clicked loudly.

“They said you’d be here.”

“Um… yeah, but I guess we need to get going to the lake-” I said.

“No. We’ve got enough time.”

Austin slowly stalked in my direction, and my sense of being a deer frozen in surprise as an alpha predator bore down on me was more powerful with every moment. I stood and half-tripped over my own chair as I unconsciously began backing away from him.

“T-time for what?”

My ass hit the wall and I braced my hands against it as he came closer, gradually looming over me. With all that size and strength, he should have been a lumbering giant, but I’d seen him move lightning fast too.

That’s what made this slow advance feel even more like he was toying with me. His eyes dropped down, then slowly worked their way back up, drinking me in with such intensity I almost thought my clothes must have disappeared.

I waited for the surge of shame that always followed any interest from a man, and again it didn’t seem to be able to rise over how hot he made me feel. My stomach fluttered, and I felt a jolt of unexpected sensation from between my legs that made me gasp quietly.

Untouched though I was, having Austin’s eyes on me felt like an itch being gently scratched in my belly. The satisfaction spread all over my body, but concentrated on my clit. Why couldn’t life be simpler?

“Time to practice our kissing scene.”

“W-what?”

He was right in front of me now, and I couldn’t back away any further. His biceps strained at the sleeves of his shirt, even though he was as relaxed and cool as could be, and that intoxicating aroma of his that haunted my dreams made me ravenous for something other than food.

“Page three,” he chuckled. “Guess you haven’t read that far yet.”

“Oh, I… well…”

Austin put his finger to my chin and guided my face up to look at him. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

I blushed. “No, I… it’s-”

He shook his head, cutting me off. “You’re fighting hard, but I know you want it. You’ve got the most innocent fuck-me-eyes I’ve ever seen… but they’re still fuck-me-eyes.”

The way he emphasized “fuck,” I could tell that if he had his way, that’s exactly what would happen. There’d be no sweet lovemaking, no candles, just endless lust. Images of it flashed through my mind, shouting over my inhibitions for attention.

Austin’s finger trailed down from my chin to my neck, leaving a trail of dull fire, until he gripped my throat with that one huge hand. I could breathe, but found it difficult when I gulped again.

He could crush the life out of me with that hand if he wanted to. All that power, all that raw danger, pinning me against the wall, was barely held in check. He was totally in control of me.

The powerful fighter leaned down and, as his face came closer to mine, it dawned on me that I was about to have my first kiss, and it was nothing like the romance movies I’d seen. He never said he loved me, never gave me any flowers, he just held me against the wall and utterly dominated my will to resist him.

My heart was beating so hard, I wondered if he could feel my fear and excitement pulsing in my neck. He must have been reading me like a book, sure of himself as he was, and when his lips touched mine, I absolutely melted in the moment.

Austin kissed me deeper and deeper, forcing my mouth ajar further with each motion of his jaws until it was wide open and I felt his tongue touching mine. His hand curled around to grasp the back of my neck, pulling me into the kiss even harder.

My whole body was tingling with exhilaration, nowhere more so than my nipples, which were diamond-hard and aching with a need that I’d never experienced before. Somehow, I knew, that ache could only be satisfied by the sucking, the pinching, the kneading of my breasts by a strong male hand.

He was so close, I wanted to push against him and feel his strength along the entire length of my body. I realized I was standing on the tips of my toes, straining up to let him continue to steal my breath away and only barely keeping my balance. I needed him. Needed him.

I felt his knee push between my legs and roughly shove them to either side, which brought me down from the tips of my toes, and I felt my rear end slide a couple of inches down the wall as our lips parted. With his spare hand, Austin reached under my skirt, and I felt his fingers trailing up my inner thighs, towards the most carefully guarded treasure I had.