Page 34 of Nothing to Fear
I search the bottom floor with no luck, turning down a long corridor when I hear his footsteps echoing ahead of me. Ifinally catch up to him, the noise of the party long drowned out, having followed him into the depths of the dormitory.
I snatch his leather jacket, spinning him around to face me. If we’re going to do this, I’m certainly not going to yell at the back of his head. His shock is quickly replaced by rage, and I’m ready to meet him toe-to-toe if that’s how it’s going to be. I screwed up, and I can take his reaction.
“Are you okay?”
“Am I okay? No! No, I’m not okay! Who the fuck was that? You’re just gonna hook up out in the open like that? Surprised you didn’t have his dick out with the way you were dancing!”
I cock my head at him, a smirk playing on my lips as I take a confident step in his direction. So, hewasjealous. We’re completely hidden in this part of the hall; it’s a narrow dead end with a large window at the end. I’m not sure what it was ever used for because there are no doors, just a tight alcove.
“Careful, Silas, or I’d think you were jealous.”
His face turns red, heat flashing behind his eyes before he shakes his head with a scoff. But I saw it. It’s not the first time, either. I know he wants me, and goading him out there was really messed up on my part, but now I know for sure that I’m not the only one feeling this chemistry between us.
I prowl him like a lion stalking its prey. He backs up farther and farther until his back hits the wall. My hands follow as I place my palms on either side of his head, caging him in. His blue eyes are blown wide, chest heaving with heavy pants.
Déjà vu washes over me, making me sway slightly on my feet. I cock my head to the side as I study his face, trying to place what I’m feeling, but all I see are those crystal-blue eyes that have been haunting my dreams.
His eyes are heavily lidded, lust filled, and wild. His chest rapidly rises and crashes, and I know without a doubt that I’m right. He wants me. He’s just too fearful to go for it. I’m notgoing to let him put up the wall this time. He’s not running away from me when I know he wants this.
I dip my head down, running my nose along his jaw toward his ear, his light scruff tickling me but feeling so good against my skin. I inhale as I go, breathing in his spicy, rich scent, filling my lungs withhim. My lips brush against his ear, my breath hot on his skin as I speak. “Walk away if you don’t want this, because if you stay, I’m going to do dirty, dirty things to you.” My tongue darts out, flicking his lobe before pulling it lightly between my teeth.
Silas’ harsh intakes of breath, his failure to heed my warning, and the hard outline of his dick against my thigh are all I need to know to keep going. I want to eat him alive, bury myself into the marrow of his bones so I’m forever part of him.
“I knew you wanted me,” I taunt.
“Shut the fuck up, Ash.”
Ash.
“You may be king of this castle, Silas, the school’s prized player, the president’s golden child, but here? With me? You’re mine. No more running away.”
I don’t know how I expected Silas to react. This huge, cocky, self-righteous, pompous, jock standing in front of me. But his reaction? Never in my wildest imagination would it be this. I expected a fight and an explosive race to hate-fuck. Turns out, I was wrong. Again. His body sags against the stone wall, shoulders and spine relaxing as a whimper escapes his lips.
He fucking whimpers.
A smile fills my face as my hand reaches up and finally,finally, touches his hair, pushing the blond strands out of his face before cupping his cheek. If he wants me to be in control, take the lead, handle him with care? I can do that. I’d love to do that.
“You like that, slacker?” I whisper against his skin. Silas releases a rough exhale, his body practically trembling. This huge, muscular jock, trembling against me. Talk about a heady fucking feeling.
My hands run lightly over the sides of his neck, caressing over his shoulders and pushing the thick leather jacket down his arms until it falls at our feet. Silas stands before me in a tight-as-fuck plain white T-shirt that leaves little to the imagination. My hands roam the expanse of his torso, running my fingers over each ridge of his cut abs, until I get to the hem line. So slowly, I inch it upward until I’ve pushed it up over his muscular chest.
That déjà vu hits again as my eyes roam over him, his flawless skin, the small mole on his right hip, his pert, pink nipples. Goddamn, he’s ripped. So sexy. But also, there’s something eerily familiar about his body.
My mouth salivates as I look at him in front of me; he’s shaking slightly, and I don’t know if it’s nerves or arousal. My cock bucks against the zipper of my jeans as I lean back in, burying my face into his neck and pulling in a deep breath of his scent again.
My lips connect with his skin, my tongue peeking out and tasting his flesh for the first time, my appreciative moan vibrating against him.
“I knew you’d taste this good,” I confess to him, wanting him to know I’ve been thinking about him like this. I trail breathless, hungry kisses down his neck, pushing up his shirt farther so I can shower his chest with my lips and tongue. Silas’ breath hitches, a little gasp on his lips as my tongue swirls around his tight nipple, my teeth nipping slightly before soothing it with my tongue.
I lap at his skin, taking my time to build him up. His hipsgyrate minutely, just a light thrust against me, and my control snaps. I need him.
“I want you, Si, so bad. I can lead this, just give me the okay, tell me I can touch you.Reallytouch you.”
“Fuck. Touch me.Pleasetouch me. I feel like I’ll die if you don’t, Asher.”
Jesus Christ, his voice when he’s desperate? It’s nothing like the asshole jock I’ve known for the last three years. This version of Silas? This is what dreams are made of.
My fingers move to his jeans, unbuckling his belt; my hands are shaking with anticipation, but I’ve never been surer. Flicking open the button of his jeans, I push them down his hips, and then his thick cock springs free.
