Page 61 of Wicked Surrender

I slid closer, scowling to have to deprive myself. Staring wasn’t all I wanted to do.

Fuck, she smells good.I narrowed my eyes, damning her. I hated that I knew that she felt good, too. Tasted good.

Her lower lip dropped at my insistence to crowd her in, and I nearly growled at her innocent surprise.

When she lowered her gaze and bit her lip, I fisted my hand to keep myself from reaching for her. Nervous, she cleared her throat and glanced up at me. “I… I get it.”

“What?”

“I understand,” she admitted.

She understood how rabid I was for her and hated that I wanted her at all? “What do you think you understand?”

Volleying her gaze back and forth between my face and the book, she hesitated. “I understand, or, well, I assume that you…”

Dammit, she was a siren. The challenge, the fight, the hunt. All those forms of pursuit turned me on, and with her coy and timid like this, I was getting harder by the second.

“That you blew me off Tuesday night because it’s not easy for you to be near me.”

She was almost right. I’d only missed tutoring on Tuesday because of those makeup tests. But it wasn’t easy to be near her when I was possessed with the need to fuck her hard.

“What makes you assume that?” I asked instead of correcting her about why I hadn’t shown up last time.

“Obviously, because of what happened before.” She frowned at me. “I didn’t realize it until I texted you about the change of location for tonight.”

“Huh?”

“It’s more of a hardship to be near me after we… kissed.”

Nowshe was speaking the fucking truth.

“Because I’m a bad kisser and inexperienced and…” She shrugged. “But that doesn’t have to be an obstacle. I mean, it’s not like that’s going to happen again.”

I laughed once, amused that she could think like this. At the same time, without taking my eyes off her, I reached my hand out to slam the book shut.

Her slight flinch pleased me, but I really liked how she didn’t look away either.

“Says who?”

“What?” She dropped her gaze to my lips.

“Says who?” I repeated.

“I’m… what? Who’s saying that it’s not going to happen again?”

I nodded, sliding in a little more just to be rewarded with her hitched breath.

Chemistry snapped and sizzled between us. This undercurrent of attraction felt like we were hanging on to a live wire.

I’d be damned if she thought she could sit here and tell me that nothing was happening.

“I guess I am.” She nodded, but her furrowed brow ruined her attempt at a confident answer.

“You think so?” I challenged.

She swallowed, not giving me a reply.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret I really wish I never realized.” I leaned in, encouraged by her uncertain expression. If I had to guess, she was torn between wanting to push me away or kiss me.

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