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Anthony’s expression darkened. “Fuck you, man.” He placed my tote on the floor and swung his own bag over his shoulder. To my utmost surprise, he stomped through the large metal doors without further argument.
My bravado had long since faded. I was trembling as fear of the unknown filled my thoughts with terrifying scenarios. “What’s going—”
But I didn’t get a chance to complete my question. The second the doors slammed closed, Miles crushed me to him as he took three large steps forward. He only stopped when my back was pressed against the side of the bleachers.
“Miles…?” My words wavered as my skin tingled. His eyes were darker than usual, almost a dark-chocolate, and the heated look he was giving me almost caused me to melt into a puddle at his feet.
I didn’t, obviously. Instead, I remained trapped with the stand pressed against my back, the cool, floor-length windows to my left, and the unmovable force of the man in front of me.
But what was he so worked up about?
“That wassohot.” Miles pressed his forearm into space above my head as he leaned in. His eyes were dark, and breath hot, as he grasped my chin in his other hand. He nudged my face up as he whispered in my ear, “Putain, tu m'allumes tellement.”
My pulse soared, the room seemed to shrink as the shadows from the rustling branches outside moved over his massively cut figure. I had no idea what he was saying, but I didn’t think it was cursing and blasphemy this time.
Whatever this feeling was, it was addicting.
“Say my name,” he demanded.
“Miles…” I started, but his mouth pressed against mine.
An explosion of light flashed behind my eyelids, and a tingle shot up my spine. A warm feeling spread over my skin, starting from the center of my chest and down my arms and my legs, as he moved closer to me. He pressed his tongue over the seam of my mouth, demanding entrance, and I was too weak to protest even if I’d wanted.
And I didn’t want to.
My focus shattered into fragments of sensation as his tongue moved against mine. His body was broad and hard, and he moved his hand from my face, spreading his fingers open across my back as he effortlessly lifted me further from the ground until our stomachs were touching.
I might have slid down again—although I doubted it because there wasn’t even an inch of space between us—but he pushed his thigh in between my legs to hold me in place.
Something in the back of my mind warned me that I should be scared, and also that this really wasn’t the ideal location for this sort of encounter, but my logical side was drowned by these overwhelming sensations.
He began to pull away and, to my utmost embarrassment, I whined against his mouth. But the sound—and my disappointment—became a gasp as his kisses continued to trace over the line of my jaw. My head was spinning—from him, or me, I couldn’t tell—as he nibbled at my throat, stopping every so often to whisper something French in a low, husky voice.
“Bianca.” Even the way my name rolled off his tongue seemed different. It was sweet and lovely, and I felt lighter, weightless, as his thumb moved in circles over the small of my back. I pressed myself into him, hooking my leg around his waist, in an effort to stay grounded.
“I like it when you manipulate people.” Miles sucked on the skin under my jaw.
I sucked in a breath—that sounded so very wrong. I never manipulated anyone. If he was referring to the incident just now, I’d only been stating a fact.
A fact that also happened to ensure that they leave my witch alone. It was a win for everyone.
“And I love that you get jealous,” he added, scraping his teeth lightly against the hollow of my throat. It was getting harder and harder to breathe—to think.
Well, almost.
I was still lucid enough to register this insult.
I reached for the back of his hair—it was smooth and silky under my fingertips—not at all tangled despite his unbrushed hairstyle.
“I’m… not… jealous…” My voice sounded strange and breathy, and I twisted my fingers through the messy locks, trying to hold on. And, maybe, to hurt him a little bit too.
He released a throaty laugh against my ear and nipped at my earlobe. “You definitely are. Don’t forget, I can feel you, and you were tight with anger.”
Darn. Ididforget. This was rather annoying. “Stop eating me.”
“I can’t.” He pressed his cheek against mine, slowing down his assault even though we remained wrapped around each other. “You like it.”
I was off-balance and lost, and the feeling deepened as my racing heart finally began to calm.
