Page 83 of Treacherous

Keep going…

Almost there…

Reaching the exit, I swung the door open forcefully before marching outside.

The sharp sting of the night air hit me full force in the face and I wrapped my arms around myself before starting off in the direction of The Hill, though I wasn’t one bit surprised when Noah's hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me to a stop.

Even the slight touch of his fingers on my elbow caused my skin to burst out in a serious case of goose-pimples. I couldn’t stop my body from shivering, nor could I stop the teeny-tiny part of my brain that was pro-Noah from reveling in the fact that he came after me.

"You're not walking in the dark a week before Christmas. I'm taking you home," he said sharply before leading me down the street towards his Lexus – his sparklingpaint-freeLexus.

My eyes narrowed as awareness hit me full force in the chest. I stopped walking and swung around to glare at Noah. "Is this why you had toworkthat night?" I demanded, pointing at the car and then at him. "You fought to make enough money to fix your stupid car?"

"One, my car is not stupid." Noah unlocked the car, opened the passenger door and gestured impatiently with his hand for me to get in. "And two, what I do ismyconcern, Teagan." His let out a discontented sigh. "My business is exactly that.Mine.Nothing to do with you. Now get in the car."

I didn’t move.

Noah rose a dark perfectly curved eyebrow at me and I met his stare head on. "Christ, Teagan, just trust me and get in," he finally muttered in exasperation.

"Trust you." I snorted, probably not the most attractive move, and folded my arms across my chest. I was still internally reeling from the sex. "Uh…yeah, trusting you is what I'm gonna do," I retorted sarcastically. "It's right up there with shaving my head and swimming with sharks."

"You sure as hell trusted me earlier when I was buried to the hilt inside you," he snarled.

"Classy," I hissed, red-faced and mortified. "Very classy, Noah."

"I didn’t mean that…God, you make me say things… I need a filter…shit…" Noah shook his head in frustration before sighing heavily and waving his hand between me and his car. "Just get in the car and I'll take you home."

"Keep shaking your hand in my face and I'll show you where you can put it," I warned him. "It rhymes with pass, so keep on doing it, Idareyou."

"God you're a fucking handful," he muttered, exhaling heavily. "I pity your poor uncle."

"Yeah, well I pity myself for ever letting you touch me," I hissed through clenched teeth. "No, scratch that, I don’t pity myself because that would involve me having to actually feel something for you. And I don’t."

"God, you can be such a bitch, Teagan." Noah let out a harsh laugh clearly frustrated with me and moved closer. His chest rose and fell quickly as he towered over me. "Why don’t you just admit how you feel about me so I can kiss you already?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I lied.

"You care about me," he accused me as he stared down at me. "I make you vulnerable and that scares the hell out of you."

"No." I shook my head refuting his accusations. "I'm not...I don’t care about you."

"Admit it, Teagan," Noah urged as he stepped towards me. "You're vulnerable and you're pissed off because I do that to you." He let out a sigh. "You ran out of there because you hate the fact that you want me. You hate the fact that you werewrongabout me." He stepped closer. "I'm exactly what you want – crave – and that rebellious streak inside your brain fucking hates it."

"Shut up," I snapped. "You have no idea how I…I wasn’t wrong…"

"Youwantme to be the asshole you've concocted in your head," he taunted, interrupting me. His tone of voice was one of anger, but his eyes…they told me a different story. His eyes showed his confusion, and his…hunger?

Heat…

He made my skin burn by just looking at me.

I was in serious trouble…

"And now you've realized that I'mnotthat guy and you're reeling because that changes everything," he husked as he reached up and stroked my chin with his thumb. "Tonightchanged everything."

"I'm not sure why I ran back there," I admitted, curling my fingers around the back of his head, still reeling from what had happened between us.

I had a list of things that logically I knew I should be feeling. Shame, disgust and regret were the three major emotions I should be feeling, but those feelings were absent inside of me right now.

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