Page 187 of Fangs
I blinked, suddenly anxious. I couldn’t tell if he was mad, but I got to my feet as quietly as possible and followed him to the door, picking up my boots. Somehow he opened it without making a damn sound. I stepped outside and shoved my feet into my shoes, and he shut the door behind us and did the same. Then he strode to me, grabbed my wrist, and tugged me along with him. My stomach sank. He sure seemed angry.
He found a quiet, narrow space between two buildings, one of which I was pretty sure was still empty. He marched into the shadows, dragging me behind.
“Lee—” I tried nervously.
He spun around. “Are you tryin’ to kill me?” he demanded, eyes flashing.
“No—”
“What the fuck was that?”
Anger flared. “What, so you can flirt with me, but I can’t flirt with you?”
He stared at me, disbelief written all over his face. “Freckles, flirting is harmless fun. That was way more than flirting.”
The embarrassment and rejection stung like a fresh wound. I crossed my arms across my chest and spoke stiffly, “I’m sorry I misread things. I won’t do it again.”
His brow furrowed, and he just stared at me again. When he didn’t say anything after several breaths, I went to walk around him to go back to the clinic, only to get spun around again. My back hit the wall, and his entire body pressed against me.
“No, godsdamnit, you’re not walkin’ away,” he growled in my ear, making goosebumps break out across my body. “You are unbelievable. Did you seriously take that to mean I didn’t want you?”
My skin flushed hot with frustration. “I don’t know what the fuck you want, Lee!”
He seized my wrist and dragged it down and—oh. My hand slid across his hard length, straining against his pants, eyes widening. I had to resist the urge to squirm to alleviate the sudden ache between my legs.
“Doesthatfeel like I don’t want you?”
“So why the fuck did you yell at me?” I hissed, jerking free before I did something stupid like stroke him.
“I did notyellat you,” he pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. “But I was playin’ in the shallows, and you fuckin’ jumped off the cliff. I’m tryin’ to be careful with you?—”
“I don’t need you to becarefulwith me,” I snapped.
“You’re still grieving,” he said, his face grave. “I’m gonna be careful.”
“Well, maybe I just want to forget about everything for a little bit. Maybe I just want to fuck someone. Have fun.”
He frowned. “So what, you just want some casual sex?”
I stared at him, my chest heaving. “That’s all I have to offer, Lee.”
“But youareoffering?”
“I just…” I struggled to get the words out past the lump in my throat, “I just want…”
“What do you want, Freckles?”
“I just want someone to touch me,” I finally got out miserably. “I’m so tired of bein’alone?—”
His lips crushed into mine as his body pressed me against the wall, yet I couldn’t help but notice he was being careful of my back. I was startled for half a second, but then I kissed him back just as fiercely. I pushed myself onto my toes so my hands could slide into the wild hair escaping the tie holding it. He ground his hips into me, making every nerve ending in my body come alive.
“I’m more than willin’ to touch you,” he rasped. “You wanna feel good, Freckles?”
I arched into him, seeking that friction, but he interrupted me by seizing my hands and pinning them against the wall above my head. One large hand easily spanned both my wrists, holding me in place while he reached down to grip my chin with the other. I stared at him as he tilted my head up, breathing hard, my entire body thrumming with need.
“I want an answer, Freckles,” he purred. His voice sounded dark, but it didn’t scare me. Instead, heat pooled in my stomach and smoldered through my veins. “You wanna feel good?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
