Page 46 of Face Me Off

He steps closer, backing me against the wall. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel the connection between us. The only reason I’ve kept my distance throughout the years is because of our parents. Their circumstances. The warnings.” His palm cups my chin, those eyes boring into mine. “Otherwise, I would’ve claimed you as mine long ago.”

My breath hitches. Claimed. A dominating word I should protest. But damn if my insides don’t clench at the thought.

“I want every piece of you, Maddy.” His fingers twist strands of my hair. “Every fiery strand of your hair.” Letting go, his fingertips sweep across my shoulder and down my side. “Every curve of your body.” He squeezes my ass. “You’re the one thing I want but shouldn’t have.”

My rebuttal catches in my throat. I knew Ryan was attracted to me, but I had no idea he felt this strongly. It’s intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

He leans in, touching my forehead with his. “Just tell me you don’t want this,” he challenges softly. “Tell me to walk away, and I will.”

My heart pounds so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. I should tell him no. I should end this before it goes any further. But there’s a moment of truth as I look into his eyes. I can’t lie, not to him and not to myself.

“I can’t tell you that.”

His moan comes out low and husky and does dirty things to my insides. “What do you want, Maddy?”

“I want you, too.” My whisper is barely audible as the words hang between us, thick with promise and danger.

His eyes darken with desire. He erases the remaining gap between us and brushes his lips against mine in a feather-light kiss. It’s sweet and gentle, a stark contrast to the intensity of his confession.

“So what happens next?” I ask, breath panting.

He breaks out into a devilish grin. “Well, you get on your knees and?—”

A smack to his chest cuts him off.

“I meant with us.” My hands palm over his shirt. I want this conversation, but I also want him.

“Alright.” He chuckles and then blows out a breath. “As much as I hate it, we still need to hide our relationship.”

Relationship.

I swallow. Since when did we become one? And why does the thought make me swoon?

“But, Toots.” Intensity pours from his gaze. “It’s only until after the Gala. Once the school gets the secured funding, we’re coming out. You hear me?”

I nod.

And with that, he claims my mouth with a passion that leaves me breathless. His hands roam over my body as if trying to memorize every inch of me. It feels so right and yet so wrong at the same time.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to remove his shirt.

And holy hotness level, he’s so damn delicious looking. I want to run my tongue along his glistening skin and kiss my way down those ripped abs until hitting paydirt. And boy, would the payout be huge. His cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen, notto mention girth. This dick trance he’s bestowed upon me never gets tiring.

“You could take a picture if you want.”

“Could I?” My eyes widen in horror. “No! I didn’t mean?—”

“I think you did.” He runs a hand up my thigh and drops his mouth to my ear. “Show me what the good girl is thinking.”

His deep baritone voice rumbles through me, and I shiver. I’m so damn exhilarated. He’s right in front of me, ready to take.

I graze my fingertips over each ridge with shaky fingers, followed by my lips. He has me so aroused I press my thighs together and lower to the ground. Lord help me; I want to please him. I’m practically giddy, watching his impressive package lengthen farther and knowing it’s all from me. He’s fucking intoxicating.

His breath hitches as I slip my fingers into his waistband and slip off his shorts and boxers. When we were together, I never got to take my time and explore this masterpiece of a body.

Hidden in the throes of the Kernette Center may not be the most intimate place, but I’ll take what I can get. Besides, there’s something thrilling about the prospect of getting caught.

“Damn, Maddy. I’ve thought of you doing this ever since the first day of seeing you walk down Stewart’s Academy.”

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