Page 76 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

Then I crash my lips to his.

Just like that.

I grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him—a decision my brain obviously didn’t even get a chance to veto. Now, I’m wondering what the hell I was thinking…

Wait.

He’s kissing me back.

TJ doesn’t waste a second reciprocating the hunger in my kiss, parting my teeth with his tongue and claiming my mouth the same way he did last week in that shed.

His tongue slides over mine, causing me to melt into him. My body is flush against his, but we’re both sitting on my bed, and the position doesn’t allow us as much proximity as I would like.

He seems to share my train of thought because he has me pinned down under him in a matter of seconds. How we went from talking about my back pain to me wanting him tobreakmy back, I couldn’t tell you.

His hands grip my hips as if to keep me in place as he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs hard enough to make me gasp. I feel every inch of him rocking against my core, and there’s a good chance my resolve is leaving me with every bruising kiss he plants on my mouth.

My breath gets trapped in my throat when he abandons my mouth and begins a descent toward my pussy. I’m wearing shorts he could easily take off if he wanted to.

I instinctively grip the duvet on my bed the moment his mouth latches to the inside of my thighs, marking my skin with hot, slow kisses. He’s inches away from my pussy, torturing me by kissing up and down my flesh without restraint.

“TJ, please,” I call, hoping my plea will convince him to put an end to his teasing.

Only it has the opposite effect.

He stops dead, climbing back up my writhing body and pressing a soft, too delicate kiss on the corner of my mouth. “You should rest.”

Then he’s off me and making a beeline for my bedroom door.

“Seriously?” I shout at his back just as he’s grabbing the door handle.

He casts a glance at me over his shoulder. “Aw, don’t pout, baby. I told you there’d be consequences for the shit you pulled last week.”

He did warn me. I guess I never thought that, when it came down to it, he’d have the restraint to stop.

“I hate you,” I fire back.

“No, you don’t.” He swings the door open and says, “I have to run. Got plans with the guys. I’m just going to say goodbye to my sister real quick.”

And I’m supposed to believe this is the same guy who agreed to free labor so that I could see a chiropractor ten minutes ago?

I squeeze my eyes shut and groan in exasperation. Minutes fly by, but I don’t hear the front door close and assume TJ is having a chat with Kelsea.

Until I hear him call me from my sister’s bedroom.

“Lacey! Get over here!”

The distress in his voice immediately worries me. I book it out of my room and find TJ standing in the hall in front of my sister’s opened door.

I speedwalk toward him.

That’s when I see my sister’s empty bedroom.

The girls are nowhere to be found.

And the worst part?

The window is wide open.

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