Page 25 of Undeniable

His resounding groan echoed through the empty room and bounced off the concrete floors. It was followed by my desperate gasp when I felt the first press of his hard length against my stomach.

My legs clenched together at the sensation, and a hunger I hadn’t experienced before surged through me.

It also broke me from the dizzying spell the slightest touch from James had put me under.

“James,” I said his name in a whisper, and his mouth hungrily consumed it.

“Ivy,fuck.” The hand at my hip traveled higher until it rested beneath my breast and just above my waist.

“We can’t do this right now,” I tried again against his lips. My words said one thing, but my body had a mind of its own. And had he not broken the kiss in that moment, I would’ve let him do whatever he wanted with me in the girls’ locker room.

“I know,” he muttered against my mouth, reluctant to pull away completely. “Let’s go.”

“What?” At his request, I reared back the best I could, my head hitting the wall behind me. His eyes, pupils blown wide, flicked between my eyes and my mouth.

“I’m done with prom. I want to leave with you.”

I shook my head and tried, but failed, to put more distance between us. My hand flattened in the middle of his chest, the hard muscles tensing beneath my palm, and I almost groaned at the flex. What I wanted to do was unbutton his white dress shirt and run my hands up and down his abs, memorizing every ridge and valley until he was squirming for me to touch him in other places.

But I couldn’t.

“We can’t.”

His brow furrowed. “Why not?”

“We have dates.”

He huffed, and I felt it on my lips. “Fuck them.”

I snickered. “We’re not just going to disappear on them.”

“Okay, we go and tell them that we’re leaving, and then we leave. Problem solved.”

I shook my head and flattened my other hand against his chest. His proximity was clouding my thoughts and judgment.

“We all came in the same car, so we can’t just leave. Not to mention, my date is your best friend and one of mine. I’m not just going to leave Brendon like that.”

He gritted his teeth at the mention of Brendon’s name. His eyes narrowed as he asked, “So, you’d rather spend your time with him than me?”

Hoping that everything I was feeling would reflect in my gaze, I stared up at him until his ice-blue eyes met mine.

“I never said that.”

“Don’t let him touch you.” He forced the words out like it physically hurt him to say them, and I knew he didn’t appreciate my eye roll.

“I’ll try.”

“No,” he instructed, using his grip on my hip and the force of his body to push me back into the wall once again. All the space I’d worked to put between us was gone in an instant. “Because if he touches you again, I will intervene.”

Incapable of words, all I could do was nod. He was dominant, overbearing, and demanding. And I wanted all of it.

Apparently a nod was all he needed. He stepped back and slowly released me, but intertwined our fingers. We stepped out of the locker room into an empty hallway, but before he opened the gym door, the music pounding inside, he turned to me.

“This isn’t over. I want… Ineedmore.”

He didn’t wait for me to respond. Instead, pulling the door open and leading us inside. Shelby spotted us first, her eyebrows rose and a smile spread across her face. But James dropped my hand soon after. He scrubbed a hand over his mouth and shoved the other into his pocket as he beelined for Forrest.

“Hey,” a voice called from over my shoulder. I turned to see Brendon gripping a cup, a hesitant, hopeful smile poised on his lips.

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