Page 74 of Reckless Dare

“I didn’t call you here!”

“Well, after what happened between us so far, and the way you kissed me during drama club in front of many witnesses, it’s not that hard to imagine we are meeting secretly in your room.”

Her face heated. “No one will believe you! And I campaigned against you!”

There was another flash in his eyes. This time it was darker and intense while his eyes swept over her body. “Everyone would think that’s how we keep up the heat in our relationship. Love-hate relationships have the hottest chemistry.”

This time, her entire body heated. His gaze and his words left a trail of fire and goosebumps. Her breathing deepened and she desperately tried to control it.

“That’s not the truth,” she said, her voice hitching.

He didn’t say anything and continued to look at her. Her heart raced and she knew he was right. People would think they were having a secret affair and her complaint wouldn’t be taken seriously.

Her breath hitched as he took a step closer. She couldn’t move away because she was trapped by the bed and the nightstand.

He stared at her and her lips began to tingle.

Is he going to kiss me?

The thought didn’t leave her angry or horrified. It made her heart race with anticipation.

“Don’t go out with him,” he ordered.

She was still in a daze and it took her a few moments to realize what he said. When the words sank in, slowly her anger returned.

“Who are you to tell me that?” she demanded. “I can go out with whoever I want.”

His jaw clenched and she saw the visible anger in his eyes.

But unlike before when she was in her frightened rabbit phase, she wasn’t scared of him anymore. In fact, she enjoyed his anger. It was sweet revenge.

“I like Neeraj and we are going on a date.”

His eyes flashed. “He’s using you to get back at me,” he gritted.

She let out a scoff. “That doesn’t even make sense. How is dating me getting back at you?”

He was quiet.

“You really are too arrogant to think everything is about you,” she said. “Well, it isn’t. Unlike you, Neeraj is a nice person.”

He was still quiet.

She raised her chin. “Go away,” she ordered. “I have to get ready for my date.”

She thought he would leave, but she gasped when he caught the back of her neck and dragged her close before lowering his head. Her chest heaved as her heart raced.

“You might not think I’m nice, Harvard,” he said against her ear. “But I’m the only one who makes your heart race. It’s the same for me.”

His dark words along with his warm breath against her ear made her shiver. She was reminded of the things she dreamed of during the nights—of his lips, of his kisses and of his passion.

Oh God.

As though he could feel her body tremble with arousal, he raised his head and looked at her.

One moment she met his dark eyes and the next moment their mouths met hungrily. She moaned at the heat blazing through her.

It was unlike their previous kiss during the play when all she did was brush her lips against his. Now, it was shockingly wild. She moaned when his teeth bit into her bottom lip and his tongue pushed between her lips and into her mouth. His tongue then conquered, rubbing and tasting every nook and corner of her mouth while leaving a wild essence of him.

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