Page 61 of Catch Me When I Fall

“I don’t give a single fucking shit,” he cut me off, his fingers tightening in my hair, forcing me to wince. “You don’t tell me to stay away. Do you hear me?”

I stared up at him, heart pounding.

When I didn’t say anything, his upper lip curled as he hissed, “Couldn’t stay away even if I fucking wanted to.”

“Wh—”

He slammed his mouth onto mine.

Oh, God.

My eyes closed as his lips worked against me, and when I moaned, his tongue dove into me, tasting me. My fingers curled against his chest, my knees going weak at his taste. He slanted his head, yanking mine by the hair so he could kiss me deeper. Our tongues clashed, our lips blending together as I whimpered into him. I rose up on my toes, snaking my arms around his neck, latching onto him as his arm banded around my waist, pressing me against him. My breasts were against him, the thin layer of my top almost non-existent. I needed to feel his skin against mine. I needed it more than the air I breathed.

Time passed. I didn’t know how long.

I couldn’t comprehend anything but him.

His lips, this kiss, was all I cared about.

The hand in my hair disappeared, and within the next second, it was wrapped around the front of my neck. He pushed me away, holding my head against the wall as we stared at each other.

My lips tingled as I tried to pull him back, but his hand on my throat tightened just a fraction. His eyes were dark—wild. His lips were swollen, no doubt just like mine.

“I need to leave,” he announced softly, his thumb stroking my waist as his rough voice sent shivers down my spine.

That was the last thing I wanted him to do, but I said nothing.

His hand at my back dropped lower, just above my ass before he yanked the lower half of my body against him. A sound left me when our hips met, his hard length pressed against my soft belly. More wetness came from me then, soaking the panties I’d just put on.

I’d never been more turned on in my life, never wanted something so badly in my life.

“Clearly, I don’t want to leave,” he murmured, his voice rough.

“Then don’t,” I whispered, pleading.

He ignored me. “Don’t you tell me to stay away again, you hear me?” he clipped, his dark eyes holding mine. Deep within his dark pools, I saw a flash of hurt.

I’d hurt him.

“But—”

“Do. You. Hear. Me?” Each word was a warning filled with dark promise as his fingers flexed against my throat.

I nodded.

“Words, Sunshine,” he ordered.

Sunshine.

“I hear you,” I breathed, regretting everything I’d said right before he kissed me. This man was a stranger to me, and I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting him ever again. My fingers curled at the base of his skull; his hair soft against my skin. “Tell me your name.”

It was a plea.

I needed to know, but deep down, I knew he wasn’t going to give it to me. I knew he was still fighting whatever this was between us.

I didn't want to fight it. I'd given into him, into this.

He shifted us then, guiding me back against the wall as he caged me in before he gripped my chin between his fingers. Our lips met again, softly this time. He didn’t kiss like Leo. He kissed and demanded, controlled me. His tongue guided my mouth open, and a low noise rumbled from his throat.

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