Page 102 of Wicked Dreams

He sets me down on the hood of his car, and with no hesitation, he cups my face with both of his hands and presses his lips to mine.

I can’t respond—shock, the panic—until he nips my lower lip. The pain wakes me up.

I gasp against his mouth. He kisses me harder, licking along the seam of my lips until I open for him. My horror falls away. The panic ebbs. I wrap myself around him, my legs around his hips, my hands on his shoulders.

God, what kind of demon is he?

Finally, he pulls back. His hands stay on my face, his fingers fanned from my ears to my jaw. It’s a nice act, except for the smirk—which seems to grow wider while my face bursts into flames.

Can I manage to have one normal interaction?

No.

On the other hand, he’s perfectly composed, the bastard. My body aches like I just ran a marathon.

He pats my thighs, winking at me. “You want to stay here?”

My legs are still locked around his hips. I grimace and release him, then slide off the hood of his car. “We’re going to be late.”

To a stupid game I don’t even care about. But right now, it seems like a great excuse to get out of here.

“You don’t want to be late,” he repeats.

“I was hoping to slip in undetected…”

He grins. “There’s no such thing as undetected when you’re with me.”

“Oh, come on.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You think people wouldn’t notice me walk in to one of the biggest football games of the year? They love it when the other athletes support the football team.”

“Time out.” I make a T with my hands. “Biggest game of the year?”

He unlocks his car. “Well, yeah. It’s against Lion’s Head. Emery-Rose’s biggest rival… number one in the division… You don’t pay attention, do you?”

I huff. “I’ve been too busy being mocked and tripped at school for people to talk to me.”

“Eh. Well, a lot of people are going to be there.”

I swallow.

“Get in, little lamb.” He opens the passenger door for me.

I guess there’s no avoiding this.

Once we’re on our way, I ask, “Is Amelie going to kill me for walking in with you?”

His grip tightens on the wheel. “Are you jealous? You threw in my face that I was cheating on her with you.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Either you’re jealous or you’re not.” He glances at me. “But I hope you are.”

I groan. “I just don’t want to be involved in your mess.”

He turns into the school parking lot, killing the engine in a spot right up front. It seems to have been left open just for him, because the rest of the parking lot is completely full. He twists toward me, meeting my gaze. “You want me to break up with her.”

“You haven’t.” I shake my head. “Of course you haven’t.”

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