Page 18 of Forget Me Not

“Yes. You need a reason to fucking touch me, Kaden,” I say, exasperated.

“Uh-oh, she’s using my full name, this can’t be good.” He cuts in before I can continue, only fueling my anger.

“You don’t get to touch me without my permission, which for the record, you won’t be getting. And the only reason I’d ever squirm is because of how uncomfortable you make me.”

“Hmm, are you sure about that?” he taunts. A smirk on his stupidly perfect mouth, like nothing I say matters enough to get through to him.

“Of course, I’m sure.” I narrow my eyes and cross my arms over my chest.

“Do you want to know what I think?” He closes the space between us to stand over me again. It seems to be his favorite spot, putting me at the disadvantage of having to look up at him.

“No, not particularly,” I say, although the words are a waste considering he blatantly ignores me anyway.

“I think my touch makes you anything but uncomfortable.” He pushes a strand of hair that had fallen onto my face behind my ear. I curse my traitorous body as it shivers from his touch. My cheeks heat as his fingers leave a burning trail in their wake.

“What are you really angry about, baby girl? Is it that I had my hands on you? Or is it that you liked the feel of them a little too much?” He bends down to bring his lips to the shell of my ear. “Or maybe it’s because you wanted me to keep going higher until I reached that sweet spot between your legs?”

He pulls away, standing to his full height but still looking down at me. His eyes are full of untamed desire and I don’t doubt that mine look the same. My breathing is quicker than normal, although I try my best to mask it. My heart feels like it’s beating a million beats per minute, pounding harshly against my chest. I don’t even want to know what my face looks like, but if the burning flush I feel in my cheeks is anything to go by, it’s red.

Kade slowly raises his hand from his side, gently wrapping it around the back of my neck. My heart beats faster and my body feels frozen. I should push him away, prove to him just how uncomfortable I claim he makes me. But I can’t.

“Your heart seems to be beating pretty fast.” He smirks, gently rubbing small circles over the pulse point on my neck with his thumb. “Couple that with the shallow breathing andthe intense blush you’re sporting, it doesn’t seem like you’re too uncomfortable to me.” He pauses like he’s meant to be thinking. “No, definitely not uncomfortable. Turned on seems more like it,” he speaks. “Although you’re the doctor here, so what do you say? What’s your diagnosis?”

I close my eyes, trying to distract myself from how undeniably right he is. I stay silent, not knowing what to say. Not even sure he’s done or looking for an answer.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He continues, “I bet if I stuck my hand in those tight-ass leggings of yours, I’d find you dripping for me.” His voice is low and gravelly, his words meant for my ears only. I can’t stop the small whimper that falls from my now parted lips. A part of me hopes he’ll do it.

“Look at me, baby girl.”

My eyes immediately pop open, meeting his. It’s like he speaks, and my body can’t help but listen to his every command.

“Is that what you want, Lo? For me to bend you over the counter and play with that pretty pussy of yours until you’re gushing all over my fingers?”

My sexual experience at twenty-six years old is rather limited. I’ve been with three men, and none of them ever spoke to me the way that Kade is right now. None of them made me feel the way he is either. Like all it would take is a single touch for me to explode.

He bends lower until his face is in line with mine, his lips so close that I can feel the warmth of his breath as it passes through them. I close my eyes again, waiting to feel the softness of his lips against my own. But it never comes. Coldness replaces the heat from seconds ago as I open my eyes to see him pulling away with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Maybe next time.” He looks at me with a satisfied smirk. I stand there in shock, anger, and, above all, with a boatload of sexual frustration. All of which I’m sure is apparent to him.

“I’ll see you around, I guess.” He throws my earlier words back at me, turning around to walk toward the door again.

“Fuck you,” I yell at his back. I hear the deep chuckle that leaves him, but he doesn’t turn around, continuing to open the door and walk through it.

“Soon, baby girl. Soon,” he says quietly, but just loud enough for me to hear right before he shuts the door behind him, leaving the apartment.

I stand in the kitchen exactly where he left me, at a complete loss for words. Never in my life have I experienced even half of the feelings that I do with Kaden Pierce. I don’t know whether to be terrified or intrigued. Maybe a little bit of both.

I don’t know how long passes before I move to lock the door behind him, brush my teeth, change, and climb into bed. I go through the motions of it all, but my mind is distracted by my best friend’s brother and the way my body involuntarily melted for him. Even as I close my eyes, begging for sleep to come, all that I can think about is one thing.

What the fuck just happened?

CHAPTER

TEN

Kaden

It’s been two and a half weeks, yet long, messy blonde hair and bright-green eyes filled with lust are still at the forefront of my mind. Logan Hart has taken up residence in my head and I cannot seem to get her out. Although, I can’t say that I’m even trying too hard anymore.

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