Page 36 of Tell Me Why
He approaches me slowly, and I’m rooted to the spot, watching as he draws closer. I’d run, but I’m afraid if I do that, it’ll only encourage him to give chase. So, instead, I remain perfectly still…
When he gets within a foot of me, he stops. “Now what?”
He’s askingme?
“Um, I don’t know. This is my first hunt.”
Without stepping closer, he reaches out and runs the tips of his fingers down my arm, his dark gaze glued to my face, like he’s trying to gauge my reaction. “I think this is the part where I claim you.”
Oh. Shit. I know I said I was looking for some anonymous dick, but I hadn’t mentally prepared myself for it happening this quickly.Ask and you shall receive, I guess.
“Um, I’ve never done this before,” I say again, my voice wobbly.
Stepping forward, he moves one hand to the small of my back and pulls me close. He smells nice, like shampoo, and yet, there’s a heaviness in my chest that shouldn’t be there. It feels—I don’t know—wrong, I guess. Like I’m cheating on Christian or something, which is absurd, now that I think about it. It’s not like we’re together or anything. In fact, he’s probably fucking some other girl right now, as we speak.
It’s that infuriating thought that settles it—I’m letting this guy fuck me, if only to prove to myself that I don’t care what Christian does.
“What’s your name?” the guy asks.
My mind scrambles for a second before I remember, “Isn’t this supposed to be anonymous?”
He pulls his mask off, tosses it aside. Candlelight flickers across his handsome face, and he flashes me a perfect row of white teeth. I’ve seen him around the house, but I don’t remember his name.
“Aidan,” he says.
Oh, okay. Sonotanonymous. “Um, I’m Skye,” I reply, reaching for the only name I know I can use. She won’t mind, right?
He reaches for my mask, but I flinch, and he drops his hand. It’s funny because Christian would never stand for me denying him like that. My resistance would only make him more determined to see my face, but Aidan seems to accept my refusal without question.
“Okay, then,” he laughs, leaning in to kiss me.
His lips collide with mine, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth. I’m stiff as a board, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He deepens the kiss, coaxing my mouth open wider, a satisfied moan bubbling up from his throat.
“You taste nice,” he mumbles against my lips.
“Thanks,” I reply.
Guiding me back against a bookcase, his hand roves over my body, pulling my shirt up, so he can palm my breast through my bra. He squeezes gently—toogently—as his mouth leaves mine and moves down my neck to my shoulder blade.
“You like that?” he asks.
“Sure,” I breathe, trying to talk myself into enjoying it. “Yeah.”
Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice. But his whole vibe is far too chill. He’s kissing me like we’re in a PG-13 rom-com. It’s the polar opposite of Christian’s aggressive, all-consuming energy, and it’s really fucking with me. Why, though?Seriously. Why am I thinking about that asshole right now?
Squeezing my eyes shut, I force myself to focus on Aidan’s mouth as it moves slowly across my collarbone, the pressure of his hand squeezing my breast.
After a few minutes of that, I finally push out a frustrated breath, and remove my bra from under my shirt—a skill I perfected in the high-school locker room—dropping it on the floor next to us. Then I lift my shirt and place Aidan’s hand on my naked breast. “Pinch my nipple,” I instruct.
He may not have Christian’s natural instinct when it comes to my body, but most guys can be trained, right?
Aidan laughs. “Oh, you like it rough. Okay, I gotchu. I gotchu.”
He rolls my nipple between his fingertips. “You like that?” he asks again, and I’m starting to suspect that’s his only sexy line.
I can barely feel the twinge, but it’s something, so I’m not going to complain. “That’s good,” I say, sinking back against the bookcase and allowing him to take the lead.
He returns to kissing my neck while he fumbles with my breast, pinching, squeezing...but it’s not enough. Not even close. And two minutes in, I’m already starting to get bored, so my mind naturally wanders back to Christian. What’s he doing right now? Who’s he doing it with? And why does anger start building in my chest when I think about the possible answer to that question…?
