Page 43 of Forbidden You

“Something more intelligent.”

“Fine.” I cross my arms in front of my chest.

He leans over, grabbing the remote sitting next to me. His hand moves close to my ankle and I can smell the wax in his hair that’s acting like a damn aphrodisiac.

I straighten my back, slowly breathing out through my nose to calm the burning feeling between my thighs. My instinct tells me to jump him like a mountain lion, knowing deep down he wants me just as much as I want him. But instead, I just keep purring at my side of the couch like a well-mannered kitten.

I hate being well-mannered.

Trent wanted me well-mannered, and we know how that worked out.

He keeps his attention on me as he settles into the corner of the couch, his arms draped over the back of the piece of furniture while he starts to zip through the channels. My legs stretch like before as I bring my feet close to his legs. I do my best to push my horny self somewhere else, but she refuses to leave now that our bodies are almost touching. My eyes peer at the screen, barely registering anything until, finally, it stops.

“The Dark Knight!” he yelps enthusiastically, and I give him a blank expression.

“How is that more intelligent?”

“It’s not, but at least it has a good plot instead of a bucketload of stupid drama.”

“You’re such a guy.”

“You’re such a teenager,” he counters, though his expression is teasing.

Bastard.

“Ouch. Don’t be a dick. Teenager or not,” I say as I slouch on the couch to rub the side of his jeans with my toes, “you know you want me.”

He grinds his teeth while I keep going until he snatches my ankle and I let out a startled shriek. I’msogoing to make him break his own rules.

“You’re playing with fire, babe.”

“I’m aware,” I taunt.

“Kayla.” My name comes out with another reprimanding growl, but just like any other moment in the last few days, it does nothing to hold me back. It only functions as a vibration speaking to the aching of my pussy, wanting him to grunt my name when he’s buried deep inside of me.

“Bodi,” I reply like a cocky bitch.

His lips are firmly pressed together as he breathes out through his nose, never loosening his grip on my ankle. I stay quiet, waiting for him to say anything, and when his thumb slowly starts to stroke my skin, I inwardly moan in victory, thinking he’ll go for it. But instead, he twists his neck, giving me a dark gaze.

“We can’t do this,” he scolds.

“Why not?” I throw my hands in the air.

We clearly both want it.

“Kayla.”

Frustrated, I grunt, then pull my feet from his grasp. “You’re being stubborn.”

“And you’re relentless.” His tone is quick and sharp, but I still can see the faint smile that’s sitting on his lips. “Let’s watch the movie,” he offers while his features soften a little.

“How long are you going to keep this up?”

“As long as I have to.”

“What about when I quit?”

His expression changes to something more irritated, a hint of fear flashing alongside it. “Why would you quit?”

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