Page 36 of The Demons We Hide

Shock covers her features and then anger. I take a step back as she storms over, her hands going to the latch on the window. Flicking it and gripping the bottom, she shoves it up.

"What the hell do you think you're?—"

"Back up," I say, cutting her off.

Juliet gapes at me and I take my chance before she thinks to slam the window again and lock it against me. It wouldn't do much good. I could still get in, but I'd rather not have to use those skills if I don't have to. It'd be a waste of time.

I set both of my hands against the sides of the window, and Juliet jumps back as I pull myself through the opening and step into the bedroom. The second I'm inside the much warmer interior, I turn back, shut the window, and lower the blinds.

"You should really make sure you don't have any peeping toms before getting naked," I warn her. If I could see her clearly through the window, then so could the neighbors.

"Are you fucking with me?" I turn at the sharp sound of her question. A few feet away with her arms crossed under her tits, Juliet glares daggers at me. "You'rethe peeping tom!"

"This time," I say. "But what if it wasn't me?"

She snarls and whips away from me, going to the door and yanking it open to reveal the darkened hallway behind. "Get the fuck out!" she demands.

Instead of taking her obvious indication, I shuffle over to the bed and take a seat as I unzip my jacket and shrug it off. My cock strains against the inside of my pants and the more I look at her, the harder it is to ignore. Standing there in nothing but that too thin t-shirt, she looks like a walking wet dream.

"We need to talk," I say, hoping my calm tone will ease her own reaction to my sudden intrusion.

She shakes her head. "We need to do no such thing," she replies, releasing the door to gesture wildly to the hallway. "Did you not hear me ask you to leave?"

"Well, you didn't seem like you were asking."

She's so cute when she grinds her jaw like that, but I have a feeling that mentioning it might get a fist in my face. "You're right," she snaps. "I wasn't asking. I was telling you.Leave."

I relax back on the mattress, putting both of my palms out and propping myself up quite comfortably. "The only way you'll get me to do that is if you actually sit and have a conversation with me."

Her blue eyes narrow on my face and I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head. I work my jaw, pressing my tongue into one side of my cheek and then the other as I wait for her verdict. The soreness from the bruises has lessened considerably, but as Nolan predicted, I haven't been able to play football since getting jumped. The muscles under my skin bunch and jump with barely repressed energy as I scan down the length of her body.

The t-shirt stops just shy of what I know is the softest most delicious place on a woman, onthiswoman.

You're here for a reason, dipshit,I remind myself. It's fucking hard to remember that that reason isn't to find my way between Prep Girl's thighs to the core I know isn't covered by any-fucking-thing since I interrupted her before she could put on underwear. Had it been intentional? Maybe. Did I regret it? Not one fucking bit.

Her hand falls away from the door and I know I've won. A grin spreads my lips wide. "You're such an asshole," Juliet mutters as she moves back to her duffle bag.

Panic infuses me. No, no, no. Popping off the bed in a quick move, I wrap an arm around her middle and yank her against my chest. Her backside brushes against my hips and abdomen and she freezes.

"Gio." My name is a warning on her tongue. I’m a bad,badman because it does nothing to deter me. In fact, the danger lacing her tone only makes my cock jump and press harder into her ass. I stifle a groan and lower my head to where her shoulder and neck meet.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want, Prep Girl,” I murmur against the coolness of her skin. She smells so fucking good—like some softly scented shampoo and conditioner. It makes me want to lick her, to see if she tastes just as good as she smells.

She laughs, but the sound is anything but amused. “Bullshit.” Her smaller body squirms against me, and all she manages to do is wiggle that delectable ass against my cock. “Let go!”

“I promise,” I assure her. “Nothing you don’t want.” By the time I get her on her back and my mouth on her pussy, she’ll be begging me to take her the way she deserves. Straight to heaven and back.

After a few more struggles, an elbow to the gut and almost to the face, I wince and tighten my hold. “Don’t be too rough on me, Prep Girl,” I say. “I’m still healing.” It’s a lie, but she doesn’t need to know that. The only injury of any concern is the one to my head, but that’s not the part of my anatomy I’m worried about at the moment.

Juliet stills and stops fighting my arms. “Are we alone?” I ask, flicking a look to the door. The texts Lex had shown us said that Roquel would be out tonight, but I don’t know for how long.

Juliet blows out a long breath. “Yes,” she admits. “We are.”

Good. Before she can demand to be released again, I drag her backwards and kick the door shut on our way back to the bed. I sit on the edge of the mattress, tugging her into my lap, and squeeze her closer.

“Gio, you can’t do this.” Juliet’s voice is steady as her hands move to my forearms where they’re pinned on her waist. I nuzzle against her throat.

“Tell me about your dad.”

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