Page 29 of Spin The Bottle
I gulp, watching him entranced with my hair; he brushes it back behind my ear and leans in. “I wish I could forget about you. Fuck, I wish I could just let you go, but I can’t do that anymore.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” I manage to say.
He chuckles, his eyes dropping to my lips. “God,” he rasps. “What are you doing to me?”
“Nothing,” I reply, forcing my throat to move. “I don’t even like you.”
He laughs. “Such a liar.” His tongue dips out. Licking his bottom lip, making my eyes drop to his lips. Oh, he is good.
“You say you don’t like me, that you don’t want me, tell me something,” he says. I take that as my opportunity to breathe. “If I put my hand up this dress, what would I find Leila?” His tone is so casual, so simple. “How wet would you be?”
Jesus. He’s not even touching me and I’m weak. I don’t give him the satisfaction though, I stare at him with indifference, squeezing my legs together, trying to ease the ache as I blow out a breath. “Bone dry.”
Another dark chuckle from him that does nothing to stop the lust brewing. “It’s so hot when you put me in my place,” he says, smirking down at me. “But I’d love to see you smile at me like you do with your friends.” His thumb ghosts my lips, barely grazing them. “Just once.”
Holy shit, this man is good. Too good. I shake my head, regaining some control, and force my limbs to move, bringing my hands to his chest, my fingers itching to touch him. The material of his t-shirt a thin barrier between all those hard muscles of his. I lean up into him. “What do you have in mind to make me smile?” I ask him.
He grins, no doubt loving this reaction from me. “I want to kiss you again.”
I almost bunch his t-shirt between my fingers and pull him into me, but I drop my hands instead and sigh. “Pass.”
His brows bunch up. “What are you doing?” he asks. “I know you feel this. You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.” He leans down until his blue eyes burn into mine. “If you want me to chase you, just say the word.”
He’s got me there. I want this. Him. I want one night with Aiden. I want to know if the rumors I’ve heard about him in bed are true, I want to be the girl in his bed, even if it’s just for one night. Doesn’t mean I’ll make it easy for him.
I lick my lips. “I’ll tell you what.” His brows lift, intrigue painting his expression. “You can kiss me,” I lean up into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, loving how his breathing accelerates and his hands drop to my waist. I reach up until my lips graze his ear and whisper, “If you find me.”
I drop my arms and head out of the hallway before he can say anything else. I race through the crowd, heading up the stairs, glancing behind me but I don’t see Aiden anywhere. I keep going. If he wants to chase me, then let him chase me.
I look around for an empty bedroom, but the last one I can find is off-limits when a couple walks inside. The bedroom door closes, leaving me out in this empty hallway alone. I bite my lip, wondering where Aiden is. Do I even want him to find me?
Yes.
I might tease and joke around with him, but we both know the attraction is there. I want to kiss him again. I want to feel his lips on mine and pull him into me, hearing every moan and gasp that comes from him. I want to know what one night with him will be like.
I push open the bathroom door, ready to go inside when I feel a hand wrap around my wrist. I don’t even have to look. I know it’s him.
“Looks like I found you,” he whispers, his breath hitting my skin, so close I can almost feel what his lips would be like if he pressed them into the sensitive skin of my neck. He turns me around, a cocky grin on his face. “Do I get my reward now?”
Yes. Fuck yes. Just kiss me. I lick my lips. “That was the deal.”
He smiles, but it drops just as quick when he shakes his head. “I’m not going to kiss you,” he says, making my face drop. “I want to taste your lips again so badly,” he grits out, running a hand down his face. “But I can’t in good conscience kiss you, Leila.”
“Why?” I ask before I can stop myself.
He smirks. “Because, gorgeous,” he says, making my chest pound. “Consent is important to me. I love teasing you, but I’m not going to kiss you unless you tell me you want it.” If he’s trying to make me less attracted to him, it’s having the opposite effect. “I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do,” he says with a shrug. “And if you say you don’t like me, then I can’t kiss you.”
I want it. I want it so bad. I feel the heat and the tension between us, and I just want to rip it apart. I want his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and for him to take me to bed tonight.
I watch as he smirks at me, his eyes dropping as he checks me out. “You look so fucking beautiful.”
I don’t know what to say. I’m stuck in this hallway, watching as he turns around and gets ready to walk away from me.
“Aiden.” He turns back around, his eyebrows lifting, wondering what I’m going to say. But I don’t know either. What do I say? What do I want?
I take two steps forward until I’m right there in front of him, but I say nothing. I stare up at him, wanting him to just read my mind and know how much I want this. Kiss me. Kiss me, Aiden.
“Yes, Leila?” he asks, the edge of his lips curving in a smirk. “Is there anything you want?”
