Page 103 of Running Winter

"Because I wanted to fuck him.”

He didn't even flinch as a smile curled his lips upwards.

"If you wanted to fuck him, you'd have done it by now. Instead, you sat on his knee like a pretty doll, putting on a show for everyone,” Leigh pointed out before pointing to the house. "Can we go in now?"

"I did want to fuck him. I still do. I’m sexually frustrated now, and it's all my brother’s fault," I grumbled.

I didn’t move to leave the car, and Leigh leaned back in his seat with a groan.

I couldn't help but notice his wide thighs, the muscles beneath the jeans capturing my attention. I wanted to peel his clothes away and drag my nails over his skin just to get some kind of reaction from him.

"So go and shower," Leigh said softly, a smile playing on his lips.

"Will you come and watch me? You never know who might be in my room," I replied sweetly as he shook his head.

"I'm tired, doll."

I wasn't pleased at all.

How dare he refuse me time and time again?

"I'm not asking. I'm scared, and I want you to stay with me tonight. My parents aren't home, who knows where my brother is—"

"Raven, grow up. I'm protecting you, not fucking you," Leigh snapped finally, pushing open the car door.

For some reason, this only excited me further, and I followed him into the house.

My house was rarely empty, so Leigh did a sweep of it before striding back across the hall to me.

I removed the pins from my bun, dropping them to the sideboard carelessly. My hair spilled around my shoulders in waves, and Leigh turned towards the den.

"I'll be in here if you need me. Goodnight."

With that, he walked away, and I stared after him in disbelief.

Is he that afraid of my father?

Or doesn’t he want me?

I followed him to the den to find him channel surfing idly. He sighed when he saw me standing in the doorway.

"What?"

"Could you help me out of the dress?" I asked, gathering my hair to one side and walking to stand in front of him.

Leigh looked up at me and shook his head.

"You're trying my patience."

"Good," I whispered back, enjoying the way his jaw clenched with irritation. "Take it off for me."

"No."

"Fine." I shrugged, lifting my dress over my head, standing in front of him in nothing but my panties and stilettos.

He inhaled sharply; his eyes fixed on my nipples before they slid down my body, his eyes darkening with desire.

Finally, a reaction.

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