Page 22 of Paper Thin Love

I turn and try to flee, but I feel dazed and confused. He grabs me, spins me, and pins me against a cold, hard filing cabinet. The rise and fall of my chest outruns a stallion.

“I’m going to be very honest, Mila.” My lips part, hoping he will kiss me so his words no longer trick me.“I’m in a bind, and I need your help. You are going to help me.”

“Screw—”

Before I can finish, he kisses me again. It’s hot, forceful, and... oh god, I crave it. It’s a dance I’ve never preformed before. New and unrehearsed. The opposite of what kissing Jared was like.

I’m thrown into choppy waters, given no choice but to swim or sink. I swim, kissing him back like this is a dream I’ll wake from and never recall again.

Oh, the misery of the descent into insanity. Who knew it tasted like a silken honey between my lips?

“Hmm, there’s that monster hiding inside of you. She comes out when you kiss me back.”

My body shakes; maybe it is the beast inside of me.

“Stop this.”

“Make me,” he mutters as he traps my lip between his teeth.

I don’t stop him.

Couldn’t if he pressed a gun to my head.

“Dash,” I pant as I grab his shoulders, my fingers digging deep as I try to shake the fog swirling around me. Oh, he feels good, strong, and so tempting.“Stop it, please,” I breathe out as I do the opposite and push up on my toes so I can deepen the kiss. Chest to chest until I feel the beating of his heart over mine. My body is set aflame as a new pulse starts between my thighs, a throbbing ache I fear only Dash can soothe.

He pulls away, only allowing me to see his eyes. The ice has melted, and the blue shade retreats, revealing those stunning hazel tones.“Who’s the devil now?” He mutters to himself, lost in the sight of my eyes.

It’s just hormones. That’s all. Not madness!

There is no such thing as love at first sight.

His hand traces the curves of my body; I tremble in his wake until his fingers caress my breast.

Oh!

His touch is so hot my shirt provides no protection. His lips tugs up when his thumb brushes over my nipple. It hardens in seconds, and then it starts to scream and shout at me as an aching pain fills it. It wants more pressure; it wants Dash’s lips around it.

“Don’t be embarrassed by your desires, Mila.” He purrs as if he can hear my inner battles.

“I…I don’t want this.”

“Really?” A devilish smirk spreads over his beautiful face like an army of ants crawling up my body, tickling me, claiming my skin for their satisfaction, forcing me to stay still so they don’t attack.

It’s a challenge, one I’m about to accept, but as soon as I part my lips, he pinches my nipple. My shriek turns into moans so embarrassingly loud the entire school might have heard it.

“Kill me I mutter,” My heart is on fire, but my mind is about to die of embarrassment.I hope he kills me because I won't be able to look in the mirror after this, let alone walk around campus.

“Why would I do that when you’re so much fun to keep alive and play with?” He purrs in delight as he holds my breast, massaging it in the palm of his hand.

Why does that feel so fucking good?“Oh god!” I moan as my knees tremble, causing me to inch closer to him.

“You’re screams are beautiful.”

“You’re a psycho.”

“Then pull my hand off your body.”

I glare at his hand with my eyes as if they have the power to remove it from my skin.

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