Page 49 of Wreck Me

‘There are poles for fitness in the gym. It’s where I learnt to dance.’ I should back away, but I don’t want to. I like hiships pressing against mine. Like the way our thighs are lined up and our chests are pressed tight enough for me to feel the thudding of his heart beneath the hard muscles of his torso.

His jaw ticks. ‘You dance at college?’

‘Only for fitness.’

His eyes narrow to slits. ‘For fitness?’ he repeats. Something flashes across his face. ‘You’re killing me, Scarlett. You know I could show you a million other ways to keep fit, if only you’d let me.’

‘Might not be appropriate here in the nightclub…’

‘Wait a minute,’ realisation flashes over James’s features. ‘Was he your nightclub kiss?’ James growls.

Why the fuck did I ever mention I kissed someone in a nightclub? James has a habit of dragging the truth from me. ‘It was months ago.’

A vein pulses in his temple. ‘He knows what your mouth tastes like.’ His arousal digs into my pelvis and flames lick every inch of my skin. ‘I want to taste you. I want to touch you. And I want to fuck you.’ Fire blazes in his eyes. ‘And I think you want it, too.’

‘I told you, we can’t,’ I say, but my throbbing clit and needy nipples scream the exact opposite and I can’t for the life of me remember any of my earlier compelling arguments why we shouldn't. I can barely remember my own name.

‘Are you still attracted to him?’ James inches his face closer until we’re sharing the same breath.

‘No.’ I shake my head.

‘Prove it.’ James’s tongue wets his lower lip, his eyes blazing like an inferno. ‘I need him and everyone else in this club to know you’re mine.’ His fingers trail up from my ass to my waist, then up under my breasts again. It's agonisingly arousing. If he wants proof of who I’m attracted to, he’d only have to check my panties. Because a jealous James is even hotter than a calm James.

‘Kiss me,’ he demands. ‘Show him, and every other man in here, who you belong to.’

Desire shimmers around us. I’m wound so tightly, I’m close to snapping.

My chin juts out of its own accord. It’s millimetres, but it’s like I flung the gates open wide as an invitation. James’s full hot lips crash onto mine with a carnality I couldn't have dreamt up.

His tongue invades my mouth, plundering and conquering and claiming, devouring me like a man who has been starved.

Molten desire sizzles through my blood, searing every single inch of me from the inside out. His right hand grips the nape of my neck, angling my head higher, demanding deeper access. His left hand makes small circular motions on my hip that set shivers across my spine.

I’ve been kissed before but never like this.

Never with so much need.

So much passion.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

I want it all.

I want him.

Lust laps over my entire body as my fingers slide over the hard planes beneath his crisp shirt.

All too soon, he tears his mouth away. My lips feel bruised and bereft.

Huge dark eyes gleam through the dim nightclub. ‘That was one hell of a first kiss. If you fuck like you kiss, you might just be the death of me.’

The feeling is mutual.

Chapter Twenty-Four

JAMES

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