Page 54 of The Pact

But those eyes draw me in. It’s like the song of a siren, that gaze is impossible to resist.

My fingers reach up to trace the firm, perfect line of his jaw. Bode’s handsome face remains still for just a second but when I step even closer and our chests touch, the corner of his lips quirk up just a little.

There’s a flash of something in the blue depths of his irises. Amusement but also desire. I recognize it because I feel it too.

I’ve never been the one to initiate a kiss with any of them yet. Maybe I’ve been scared of being rejected. But his lips draw me in the rest of the way, the same way my eyes are captured by those blue gems.

His lips are warm and so soft that I melt against him.

Bode doesn’t reject me. He closes his arms around me, dragging me down with him and onto his lap.

There’s too much of my soul in the kiss that follows.

This guy is dangerous and I should be careful when playing with him.

But as long as I concentrate on what my body wants, as long as all I think about is his touch on my heated skin, I think I’m safe.

Our tongues tangle and my mind goes blank. That’s good.

If I concentrate on the hypnotic way his mouth is owning me, if I let the feeling of his fingers cupping my breasts take over, then I’m safe.

I feel him harden beneath me and that I can understand. That makes me feel safe. That can make me feel good.

I can play with him the same way he’s playing with me and it doesn’t have to be anything more than that. If I can keep things purely physical, I’m going to have the best summer of my entire life.

I grind my hips against his hardness, like I did yesterday with Shep.

An immediate jolt of pleasure rips through me and I know I’m soaked.

My fingers fly to his buckle but his hands tighten on my hips.

“Not now, pretty girl.”

I open my mouth to object but he flips us over, using his strong body to drag me down and pin me on the couch.

“Bode.” I pant as his lips descend the column of my neck leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

At the same time, his hands are skimming the outer edge of my legs and thighs, lifting the soft fabric of my dress as they travel up my body.

His deep voice vibrates against the soft swell of my breasts as the light hint of stubble on his face brushes against my skin, making me tingle and causing my nipples to harden. “Shep told me you taste heavenly. I’ve been thinking about it all night. I jerked off twice imagining getting a taste of you before I came to pick you up. I can’t wait one more second to find out for myself, Ausra.”

He drags my panties down and if I was expecting him to explore me the same way Shep did yesterday, I’m surprised to see him stare into my eyes again. He isn’t touching me and I struggle with my instinct to lift my hips in a silent offering.

“Did Shep fuck you with his tongue?” he asks.

Redness spreads all over my cheeks and neck. “Didn’t Shep tell you what he did?”

His eyes shine with challenge. “That doesn’t matter, Ausra. I’m asking you. Did Shep fuck you with his tongue?”

I swallow slowly and my voice is trembling when it comes out. “He licked me. It felt so good, he made me come—”

Bode shakes his blond head, chuckling as his eyes zero in on the most intimate part of me. “That wasn’t my question, pretty girl. Was Shep’s tongue inside of you yesterday?”

“No,” I answer. “He was licking—”

“Did he put his fingers inside your pussy?”

“No,” I say, feeling his hands tighten around my thighs.

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