Page 13 of A Forbidden Spring
“Just if they’rereallyspecial?” she goads. “How lucky for them.” It’s a sneer, her eyes blazing with so much I can’t decipher hidden beneath the fury.
“You want to know how many I’ve crossed the line with?”
“No.”
“Zero.”
She snorts, “Sure.”
“Is it that unbelievable?”
Her gaze is calculating, assessing, like she’s trying to figure out if I’m lying.
I’m not.
“Is it, Miss Sterling?”
“It is when you’ve got me pinned to the wall and you’re looking at me like you want to devour me.”
“Just you,” I admit, as her eyes drop to my lips and her tongue peeks out to wet hers. It would be so easy to lean forward and take her mouth in a kiss that would surely ruin us both. “Would you like that?” I press. “Because you have no idea how badly I want to,” I murmur as my eyelids flutter shut and I push back from the wall.
From her.
I can hear her move toward the door as I take a much-needed breath before opening my eyes.
“If you were waiting for me to tell you to stop,” she says with her hand on the knob, “I’m not the one.”
“Next time, Hellcat,” I swallow hard as I stare at her, “I won’t be the one either.”
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Idon’t breathe the entire walk back to my room, ducking in quickly only to grab my water bottle and to let out the biggest exhale of my life.
What the hell was that?
Merrick had been so close, a potent mix of agitation and lust pouring off him in waves as he denied first being involved with Holly and then anyone else.
And I believe him.
It shouldn’t matter—nothing good ever comes from crossing the line with your boss—but I can’t help the way Merrick sends a flashfire roaring through my veins. He’s charming and sexy, arrogant and cold, and I want to lick every inch of him and watch him lose control.
I’m just about to step out into the hall when I hear footsteps right outside. Staying in the shadows, I wait, hearing a knock and then Merrick’s low rumble to enter.
And then Holly’s voice as the door snicks shut again.
Blood roars in my ears as I slip through the quiet building and out into the parking lot. My hand shakes as I start my car and ease out of the lot when all I want to do is gun it and get away from here. I hate that he has such a hold on me.
I hate that Icare.
And seriously, what thefuck is her problem?
Merrick Ellis is a line I can’t cross, but I wasn’t lying when I told him I wouldn’t tell him to stop. I didn’t want him to—and that’s a damn problem.
Another problem?
I don’t want to go home.
