Page 38 of Habits

“Because I can.” He shrugs, a mischievous smile curling his lips. “And because you hate it. Did you know a special sparkle appears in your eyes when you’re pissed off?”

Andrew starts coming closer, his grin only growing bigger with every step I take backward to put some distance between us.

“First your eyes widen in surprise. Then they narrow. Ice melts and becomes fire. Raw, angry, all-consuming fire.”

I swallow hard, not saying a word. Taking another step back, I find a hard surface behind me. The bed. The unexpected obstacle makes me stumble, but I don’t fall because Andrew leans forward, his hands wrapping around my wrists and holding me tight.

Tilting my head back, I look at him. He’s standing close. So close I can feel his hard body against mine.

He puts my hands on his chest.

Hard.

Steady.

Warm.

Green eyes look down at me, searching my face for God only knows what. The now-familiar scent of pines and greenery surrounds me.

His lips part, tongue darting out and swiping over his lower lip as he studies me.

Waiting.

I feel my own lips react, parting slightly. The silentwhooshof air leaves my mouth and touches his skin.

His eyes grow darker, pupils dilating, and my heart kicks up a notch.

What is happening right now? Only a few minutes ago I was pushing him away and slapping him just to convey my message properly, and now we’re at it again?

“I enjoy watching you melt, Jeanette.”

The back of his hand brushes against my cheek.

“Watching you melt in my arms.”

I want to protest, but he doesn’t give me a chance. His lips crush against mine firmly, demanding I open my mouth, and I do. I fucking do. Not to return his kiss, but to put him in his place, only he doesn’t know or care. His touch becomes firmer, tongue brushing against my trembling lips, and my traitorous body gives in.

Just like he said, my body melts in his arms as his lips swipe over mine. My mouth parts, letting his tongue probe inside and making me moan.

Arms that a minute ago were trying to push him away now clench around the thick fabric of his hoodie and pull him closer as we both assault each other’s mouths.

Faster.

Harder.

Sloppier.

Our tongues mash together in a dance for dominance. His hands roam my back. They go down, down, down until they reach the curve of my ass. His fingers dip into my back pockets and give me a firm squeeze as he hoists me up.

“And—” I try to protest but am too startled with the sudden shift.

My legs wrap around his waist tightly, and I can feel his hardness press into my center. My head falls back at the feel of him pressed so close to me, and I have to bite my lip to stop a moan from coming out.

Completely oblivious, he switches his attention to my neck. His nose traces the path from my collarbone all the way to the back of my ear, where he presses his lips in a kiss, the warm air tickling my skin.

“So soft,” he rasps.

It feels good, so fucking good, the way his body molds to mine.

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