Page 21 of Forgive You

And I want him to punish me. I want him to pull my hair and tell me what a bad girl I’ve been. I don’t care what he does to me, as long as he doesn’t ignore me. Being ignored by this man is worse than his wrath, even if his wrath is taking years off my life every time it’s aimed in my direction.

“Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“Why would I do that?”

“To piss me off. We both know you’re good at it.” My heart gallops, flying away like a mustang triggered by fight-or-flight.

See, this is where he’s wrong. I never meant to make him jealous. I never meant to piss him off. And I sure as hell never meant to hurt him. But I did. Not because I was selfish, not because I was angry, and not even because I thought it felt safe.

Because of a stupid twist of fate.

The moment Jason and I crossed that line we could never come back from, I felt what was holding me back dissolve, evaporating into thin air. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel everything I felt for him before that—I did.

But my insecurity never let me go there. It never let me take that plunge and confess how I felt, because I was scared he didn’t feel the same. I was scared it would ruin what I had with him, and I wanted him more than anything.

Even if it was just a little bit.

Until that night.

By then, it was too late.

Now I have to defend myself against the man who has my heart but doesn’t want it, praying one day he will give it back in peace. While protecting myself from Jacob, determined to destroy everything I’ve been working for.

“Tell me what you really think of me, Jason. We both know you’ve been dying to.”

His mouth inches closer, teasing the proximity of my lips, the move slowly sipping the air from my chest. Painful and tempting.

“You have no idea what I’ve been dying to do.”

My neck inches up, my nose tempted to run it along his jaw, breathing in the mix of his fresh cologne and his skin. Chest fluttering, a throbbing between my legs shoots all my senses alive and into hyperalert. Unable to resist any longer, my eyes flick to his pursed lips, still seated in a glare.

Fuck, I want to erase it with my lips glued to his.

“Then tell me,” I dare, thrusting my hips a little forward until the tips of his fingers touch my hips, and the rest of his hands follow as they glide over my curves, just the way I like. My skin tingles at the weight of his palm onto my body, my desire turning my fresh panties into a soaking mess.

“You’re walking a dangerous line, Jules,” he breathes.

I can see it.

He’s pushing the gate open that he so desperately wants to keep closed.

“Nothing I haven’t walked before.” His touch extends to my legs, gracing the skin underneath the hem of my golden dress. Scorching, teasing, and expanding my tension in my core with a deliciousness that’s indescribable.

Suddenly, I realize how much I’ve longed for his touch. How much I’ve missed him, and how much I want to feel him close to me. The admission is stealing my breath away like a pickpocket, unaware you’re being robbed of your possessions. But it’s his gaze that keeps me from completely flying off to an energy field that has me at his mercy.

His eyes soften a little, but not enough to forget how angry he is, and then I see the wicked sparkle in his eyes.

Lord, have mercy on my soul.

He’s not just teasing.

My pulse thumps in my flushed neck, my eyes growing wider, as his finger inches to my core with a tender yet determined touch. With my skin tingling, each hair lifts as if a magnet is pulling them to the sky, and involuntarily, my lashes fall to my cheeks and my lips part.

Fuck.

“What are you doing, Jay?” I intended it to be reprimanding, but the sensation of his heated fingers trailing the crook between my thigh and my pussy barely gets the words over my tongue, let alone with a little venom.

Shit, that feels good.Too good.

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