“Resist what?” Her brows puckered, and she folded her arms across her chest. The movement drew attention to her cleavage, and I had to force my eyes from moving down. Last thing I needed was for her to catch me getting an eye full of those perfect tits.
“Getting yourself into trouble, and having me come save you.” I wasn’t exactly being fair, but I didn’t really care. I was in a piss ass mood, and taking it out on her came naturally to me. It always had.
“Newsflash dickhead, I was just fine before you arrived.” She glared at me, vexation flashing brightly in her eyes.
She tried to step past me, but I wrapped my hand around her wrist, and pulled her into the room I’d been hiding only minutes ago.
I shut the door, ignoring her protests. She had no reason to fear me, but I didn’t want to argue with her – because let’s face it, we always argue – out in the open.
“You can’t just drag me into an empty room with you, Dane. In case you didn’t notice, your buddy already tried that.”
I let go of her hand, and stepped back, the moonlight cascading through the windows giving me a better view of her face.
“Stay away from Gavin. He’s bad news,” I warned.
“You think I sought him out?” Her voice came out in a slight shriek. “Unbelievable!” She threw her hands up, looking affronted.
“You seem to have a penchant for the players on my team,” I ground out. “So far your judgment hasn’t been the best.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, first it was Chase, and now Gavin. At this rate you’d have run through the entire team before finals. If you’re not careful, you’ll get a reputation, and then every guy on campus will want a piece.”
God, I was a being a dick. She didn’t deserve it, but somewhere deep inside I’d always believed she deserved everything I did to her.
She was quiet for a while, those eyes, wide and angry and so full of depth, seemed to see so much more than anyone else.
“You’re hurting, Dane. I know that -”
My indignation prickled at that, and my body stiffened with a simmering rage, the look on my face stopping her from continuing.
“You don’t know anything,” I lied. If there was anyone who understood me, and my hurt, it was Kennedy. She’d suffered through it right along with me while I’d been so focused on making her life a nightmare.
Her face softened, and again, her eyes probed mine. I hated the raw intensity of it, the way it made me feel like I was cracked wide open for her scrutiny.
I didn’t want her to say anything, so I broke the silence. “I think it’s time for you to leave. Go back to your boyfriend.”
I’d seen them together earlier, his arm around her waist, her smile as she looked up at him. I hated that, even more than I wished I hated her. I was a mess, a walking clusterfuck of contradictions. Beneath the surface I was seething, but one look at Kennedy had my blood boiling for another reason. It drove me fucking crazy, and I couldn’t tell which of the two emotions – aversion or raunchiness – was going to win. With my luck, the two would collide, and the result would be devastating for both Kennedy and me.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she replied, leaning against the door.
“The way he was touching you earlier said otherwise.”
“Why do you care? Are you jealous? Is that why you’re acting like this?”
I leaned in, narrowing the space between us until I was sharing her breath. “I’ve already tasted you, remember? And I’m pretty sure you’d let me do it again too.”
She sucked in a ragged gust of air, thick with tension that hovered over us like a thick cloud. It rumbled, giving away the incoming storm.
“In fact,” I continued, “Seeing as you mentioned my birthday, why don’t you climb onto that desk,” I pointed my thumb over my shoulder, “and give me a show. You’re really good at that.”
I leaned closer, closer, and lowered my voice. “Does Chase know you like to finger-fuck yourself while thinking about me? Does he know how wet I make you, how your pussy aches for my touch?”
I’m getting so turned on, my mind replaying that first night in her room that I don’t notice her raised hand until it’s in the air, coming towards me, making contact with my skin with a resounding slap that echoes through the empty space around us.
We stare at each other, her furious expression mixed with unbridled lust – she’d never admit what my talking dirty does to her, but her body won’t lie. Even now, after she’d slapped me, her body swayed towards mine.
“You asshole,” she said. “I hate you!”