Page 37 of Bad Intentions

“What the hell?” Lily muttered, looking down at the floor, her nose wrinkled with frustration as if she was expecting to find a stray shoe blocking the door. She froze when she saw my foot.

I pushed the door open and advanced before she could protest. Shutting the door behind me, I leaned against it, turning the lock with a loud click. It sounded like a starting pistol in the small bathroom. She’d already turned the shower on to heat it up, and now steam curled around us.

“Cayden, what are you doing?” Lily’s voice was carefully measured.

The tension between us felt like a live wire whipping around madly, able to burn with a single touch. She felt it, too. I knew she did.

“Taking what you owe me, remember? Our bet. You lost.”

Lily scoffed, her creamy cheeks flushing red. “I think we kind of ended the bet when we got into more trouble than a nighttime run is worth. It’s all your fault, by the way.”

My eyebrow rose lazily. I enjoyed her prickliness. She was agitated because she could feel what was coming. She wanted to run and hide, but she also wanted to be caught. Her diary had proved that much.

She folded her arms across her slight chest. Her sweater was discarded on the floor. Her tits pressed against her baggy tee, her hard nipples outlined beautifully. Her skin was wet with sweat, and it was making her shirt cling to her, something she clearly hadn’t realized.

“No one made you run across the tracks. You could have just accepted your inevitable defeat gracefully.”

“Never,” Lily rebutted immediately.

A wicked smile crossed my lips. I pushed away from the door and advanced on her. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

She tried to step away but slipped on the towels she’d carelessly dropped on the floor. Her back came up against the counter, and I was on her, closing her in with an arm braced on either side.

“After all, you like it better that way, don’t you, Ladybug?” My voice was a low caress as it left my throat. Lily was becoming far more than a distraction.She was an obsession.

She blinked up at me with guileless green eyes, her toffee-colored eyelashes dried in pretty spikes. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I leaned in and nuzzled her neck, then took a deep breath. No one smelled like Lillian Williams.

“Cayden,” Lily murmured softly, a small hand coming to rest on my chest.

“Hmmm?” I licked her neck. I had to taste her skin.

She shivered against me. I wanted to do more than lick her. I wanted to eat her whole.I wanted to devour her.It was a sobering realization.

“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice was eager and scared, both and neither.

“Whatever I want.” I latched on to the lobe of her ear and sucked it between my teeth.

The hand on my chest turned into a fist as Lily sank her nails into my damp T-shirt. Pulling me closer. Pushing me away. I didn’t think either of us was sure. This was dangerous.Shewas dangerous. I moved my face away from her neck, trying to clear her scent from my head.

“For today, though, you owe me a kiss for our bet.”

My reminder sent her eyes flying open. I straightened up. She frowned, a tiny line of unease creasing her smooth brow. She didn’t look mad anymore.

“Disappointed?” My goading only made her flush more. I fucking loved her skin. It was like a mood ring, revealing her thoughts to me, even when she kept a perfectly angelic face and lied like a little devil.

“Whatever makes you feel better about chasing someone through the streets until they literally run into trouble.”

“And you don’t want any trouble, do you, Lillian Williams?”

I brought my hand up and laid it against her pulse. She swallowed, her slender neck bobbing with the movement. The pale, freckled column sat perfectly between my thumb and forefinger like it had been designed to fit there. She shook her head, her eyes glued to mine. She looked unsure. She could join the fucking club.

“But didn’t you hear? Sometimes, trouble wants you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. She was shaking. Her breath touched my lips, teasing me, tempting me.

“Well, kiss me and get it over with, then,” Lily huffed after a moment of that intense proximity.

I tutted. “It’s not your lips I want to kiss.”

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