Page 36 of Wicked Chains
"Might not what?" I slide to the edge of the bed, fear replacing anger in an instant. "Drake, what's happening to you?"
He shakes his head. "Forget it. I shouldn't have come."
"Don't you dare," I hiss, standing up to face him. "Don't you dare walk out on me again."
"I'm not walking out," he says, taking a step toward me. "I just don't want to fight with you."
"Then stop hiding things from me!"
We're toe to toe now, my face angled up to glare at him, his haunting eyes dark with emotions I can't read.
"You're impossible," he mutters.
"And you're a liar," I fire back. "Get out."
Instead of leaving, he reaches for me, his hands finding my waist and pulling me against him. "No."
"Let go of me," I demand, even as my traitorous body responds to his touch.
"Make me," he challenges.
I push against his chest, and he lets me, but doesn't release me. His eyes hold mine, and I see so much there, I see desperation, need, fear, and it stops my next angry words from coming out.
"Drake," I say, softer now. "Just tell me what's wrong."
He shakes his head. "I can't. Not tonight. Please, Rose. I don't want to fight with you."
I push him away again, harder this time. "Then you shouldn't have lied to me."
His hands slide from my waist as I step back, but in a blur of movement he's in front of me again, backing me against the wall.
"I'm here now. Isn't that enough?"
"No," I say, but I’m the liar now, and he knows it.
His eyes search mine. One of his hands comes up to touch my face, thumb brushing across my lower lip. "Are you sure about that?"
The truth is, I've missed him so much it caused me real, physical pain. I don’t want him to leave. I really don’t. But bad habits are hard to break, so instead of telling him that, I push him away.
I shove at his chest. "Yes. Go."
He smiles, and there's a dare in his eyes as he catches my wrists, pinning them gently but firmly against the wall on either side of my head. "Try again," he says, leaning close.
My heart races, but I’m not afraid, nope. It’s something else making it go a mile a minute, something else entirely. "Let me go," I say, but my voice is breathy, giving me away. My hips push closer to him.
"Is that really what you want?"
I twist my wrists in his grip, not trying very hard to break free. "Yes."
He leans closer, his lips hovering just above mine. "Liar."
Then he kisses me, and it's hungry, demanding, a clash of lips and teeth and tongue that steals my breath and my anger all at once. I resist for about two seconds before I'm kissing him back, meeting his every move with my own.
He releases my wrists, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me against him. I grab his shoulders, one hand sliding up into his hair, using the grip to angle his head, deepening the kiss even as I push him backward.
We stumble across the room, still kissing, until we get to my bed. I shove him down and he pulls me with him, our bodies tangling as we fall onto the mattress. I end up straddling him, looking down at his face in the moonlight.
"You drive me crazy," I tell him as I try to catch my breath.
