“What is your problem? Why can’t you leave me alone tonight?”
I finally gathered enough strength to pull myself out of his grip and shoved him against my bedroom door, but he easily switched places with me, his taut body pressing against me like I had always hoped it would.
“I’m the one who can’t leaveyoualone?” Alec asked, humming in amusement with that smug grin on his face. “Do I gawk at you during every class, at lunch, while you’re playing hockey?”
My cheeks burned in embarrassment, my breath hitching. “I don’t gawk at you.”
Lie.
But honestly, the only way he knew that I stared at him was if he stared back.
“If you catch me staring, I’m just wondering how an idiot like you got into AP Calc,” I said.
Instead of getting angry with me, like he usually did, he wrapped his large, callous hand around my throat and roughly stroked my jaw with his thumb, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “You know what I think?” He moved closer. “I think you’re a liar.” He gently maneuvered his knee between my legs and pressed it against my core. “I think you want me to trap you like this and take you likeyou thinkI take all those slutty girls downstairs.”
“As if,” I managed to say. “I hate you.”
Another lie.
Alec Wolfe was the sexiest senior at Redwood Academy.
And I had had so many dirty dreams of him doing exactly this.
“Is that why your nipples are so hard that they’re poking against your shirt like this?” he asked. Loosening his grip on my throat, he trailed his fingers down the center of my chest and over my nipples, the feeling sending a rush of heat between my legs.
I tried to press my thighs together, but his knee stopped me.
“You’re not saying anything, Cupcake …”
With my lips pressed into a tight line, I refused to let any moans escape my mouth. No matter how good his fingers brushing across my nipples felt, no matter how hard I was clenching, no matter if Alec got on his knees and begged for me, I still hated him.
Alec captured both of my nipples between his fingers and tugged.
Alec had pulled on my hair in grade school, tripped me plenty of times in middle school, and even shoved me against the lockers a few times this past year, but he had never touched me like this. He had never once dared to come on to his best friend’s little sister.
“Do you like this so much that you have to hold back your moans for me?” he asked.
“Alec …” I whispered.
I balled my hands into fists and squeezed my eyes closed.
I hate Alec.
I hate Alec.
I hate Alec.
That was what I told myself. That was what I wanted to believe.
“What about this?” Alec asked, trailing his fingers even lower and grazing them over the hem of my silky shorts. “Do you like this enough to moan for me?”
I sucked in a sharp breath and whimpered softly.Fuck.
“Spread your legs like a good girl for me,” he ordered.
And for some ungodly reason, I spread my legs. He pressed the bulge in his jeans against my thigh and gently cupped my pussy, his fingers strumming against my wetness and making me clench even harder.
“You’re wet for me.”