Page 18 of Never Your Girl

Shock floods my system as my gaze drops to his hand. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“We’re not done talking,” he grits out.

My pulse quickens as I stare up at him. He’s so close that it would be impossible not to feel the heat radiating off his body. A yelp escapes from me as he steers me toward the shelves, guiding me into the stacks, away from prying eyes. Even though my legs are long, I have to hasten my steps to keep pace with him.

“Bridger!” I hiss, trying to yank my arm free, but his grip remains tight.

Punishing.

We turn another corner before he grinds to a halt and locks his other hand around my upper arm before taking a step forward, forcing me to retreat until my spine meets the cold metal of the bookcase. My breath catches as he swallows up the space between us until his hard body is pressed against my softer one.

It’s so tempting to shift against him.

Instead, I force myself to remain perfectly still.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice comes out far breathier than intended as I hold his gaze, refusing to back down.

His gaze searches mine before dipping to my mouth.

“I don’t know,” he admits, sounding strangely confused. “I’m tired of feeling this way where you’re concerned.”

I swallow hard, almost afraid to push out the words but needing to know the answer just the same. “Feeling what way?”

I couldn’t be more aware of how close we’re standing or the hard length of his erection that juts against my abdomen. When I have to stifle the urge to wriggle against it, I realize that it’s been a couple months since I had sex.

Clearly, that’s the only reason I’m so turned on.

It has absolutely nothing to do with Bridger Sanderson.

I can’t stand this guy.

At all.

My pulse quickens as his gaze lingers on my lips. When my tongue darts out to moisten them, his eyes darken, and a groan rumbles up from his chest. The sound of it strums something deep within my core.

Without another word, his mouth captures mine in a kiss that’s all heat and fury. As tempting as it is to give in, I keep my lips clamped together. The frustrated growl that breaks loose from him is sweet music to my ears.

It’s only when he nips my lower lip that I open my mouth on a gasp. It’s just enough for him to force his way inside until his tongue can tangle with mine. The kiss is nothing like the ones we shared in the past. There’s not an ounce of softness to be found. It’s hard and demanding, bursting with everything neither of us are willing to voice out loud.

I don’t realize that he’s released my arms until his hands rise to cup my cheeks so I’m held firmly in place.

He pulls away just enough to mutter, “This. This is exactly what I can’t forget about.”

Before my brain can process the words, his mouth reclaims mine, devouring it. When he deepens the caress, my defenses crumble, giving way to the heat and chaos we always seem to generate. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and I’m scared to death I won’t feel anything like it again.

He can’t be the only one capable of stoking this fire to life inside me.

That’s exactly when reality crashes down on me. It takes every bit of strength I possess to shove him away. My breathing turns harsh as I stare at him in shock. Every beat of my heart pumps a mixture of anger and something far more dangerous through my bloodstream.

“I’m not the one behind the messages,” I whisper, my voice thick. “But I wish I were.”

With that, I shove past Bridger, leaving him in the shadows of the stacks as I stalk away, my head a mess of confusion and anger.

Exactly what I don’t need where this guy is concerned.

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