Page 96 of Destined To Fall

I rise, but Jeremy doesn’t move, putting our faces an inch apart. God, he’s so close the heat from his skin is scorching mine.

“Lie.”

“What?”

“You’re lying.”

“You are a jackass. That’s not a lie.”

“Maybe.” He pauses, his gaze rakingovermy body.“But notthelie, however. I can see your pulse racing,your breath comingfaster, harder. You’re not telling the whole truth. It’s written all over your body, what you want, so why lie about it?”

“Are you going to take me right here, right now?” The wicked glint in his eyes flickers, morphing right in front of me to the deepest, darkest blue.“No? Yeah, I didn’t think so. So, unless you plan to put your wants into action and make good on those words of yours, what the hell is the point?”

He doesn’t blink—he doesn’t even breathe—but more importantly;he doesn’t say a thing.

“Are we done here? Can I go home now?”

“Home?”

“Yes, home.”

“Home to what, your fingers? What are you more mad about? That you can’t get off, or that you can’t get off with me?”

I scoff again at that.“I have more toys than an FAO Schwarz. My arsenal is well stocked. I think I’ll manage.”

“And if they still leave you unsatisfied?”

The thought never crossed my mind. It’s never been an issue before, so why would it be now? But the complete numbness from earlier comes flooding to the surface of my cortex, practically slapping me with the force. Not a single flicker.I felt absolutely zilch, and that’s never happened either.

“So?”

His mouth opens as if to speak, but his gaze drops to my lips, and he freezes. My whole body electrifies in an instant, the need to taste him overwhelming, and time warps as I’m slammed with possibility, the next ten seconds playing out in vivid Technicolor before I can stop it.

My hand snakes around the back of his neck, gripping the short tendrils of hair tightly while bringing his lips to mine, obliterating the minuscule distance between us in a nanosecond. His tongue sweeps my bottom lip, making me moan, then he thrusts in with such force I lose the ability to breathe, sending uncontrollable shivers and pulses of pleasure throughout my body. My leg comes up to wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly close, until his want, his need, throbs against me…

I swallow hard and snap out of it, trying and failing to put more distance between us.

“I need…to go.”

Jeremy’s gaze shoots up, and I see my prurient thoughts staring back at me. He hangs his head, closing his eyes tightly, and pulls back a few inches, allowing me space to breathe, but it’s not enough. All I feel, all I smell, is him. I’ve never been so aroused in all my life. If he actually touches me, I’ll burst into flames right here in his living room, rendered to a pile of ash and ciders smoldering on his floor.

Seconds pass, or maybe minutes, before he nods, still not opening his eyes or letting me up. I’m about to protest when he shakes his head.

“No.” He swallows hard and looks up, piercing me with…with everything. I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I can’t think.“I can’t let you leave, not like this.”

“But you can’t touch me,” I blurt out. I stupidly blurt out, cursing all these can’ts when all I want is to do, do, do. Damn it, damn me, and damn not showering before I came.Ha.

His lip curls on one side, and fuck,I want to kiss that salacious grin off his stupid, boyish face.

“I’m not going to touch you.” The disappointment is crippling, but also mildly relieving.“I think that would be a very,verybad idea.” I don’t disagree, but I can’t help my wicked grin at his words. Bad is my middle name.“You’re going to do it for me.”

Chapter Eighteen

“Uh, what?”

“Touch yourself.” I hold my breath, fighting the shudder that wants to accompany his words.“Use your fingers instead of mine.”

“You can’t be serious.”

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