Page 63 of Wicked Surrender

“But like I said,” she replied at last, her voice shaky, “it’s not like that’s going to happen.”

I wanted to growl at how she could dismiss me, even now, after all I’d said.

“I want to make it happen.”

Telling her that felt like losing a boulder of stress off my shoulders. I’d put it out there.

“But I don’t know how to stop treating you like…”

“You don’t know how to stop bullying me,” she finished for me, her brows slanted as she got defensive.

“It’s fucked up. I agree that it’s twisted.”

She frowned, searching my face.

“But I am not lying when I tell you that I can’t get you out of my mind, Laura.” I dipped my head toward hers. “And I’m speaking the truth when I don’t think I want to.”

I brushed my lips against hers, a barely-there touch that tormented me.

“I want to bask in the idea of having you. Of keeping you and making you feel how much I fucking want you.”

I tilted my head to the side, angling my mouth over hers until I kissed her again, savoring how she didn’t resist at all.

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LAURA

Icouldn’t trust Jason’s intentions.

Even though the hard press of his mouth over mine turned me on and I reveled in the addictive heat of his taste, I couldn’t let myself be duped. It wasn’t possible to lower my guard that much.

I was horny. Needy.

But I wasn’t stupid.

He admitted to wanting me, almost pissed about it. Then in the same breath, he confessed that he didn’t know how to stop bullying me.

It didn’t make sense.

I knew he wanted me. Since that hot moment of making out with him in his room, I was aware of that fact. Now, it seemed he was stubborn to see it through despite his issues with me.

He wanted to make this happen.

With his lips sealed to mine and his tongue swiping along mine, I sighed against him and realized he wanted something more to happen between us now.

I didn’t care that he was calling me a liar. He could prove me wrong about how I claimed that nothing would happen between us again.

It turned out that I assumed incorrectly. He hadn’t blown me off because he thought I was a bad kisser.

He growled into my mouth in a demand for me to kiss him back harder. His fingers slid into my hair as he cupped my head, all in an order to open up so he could plunder my mouth.

So with this kiss, he could try toownme.

That was what it felt like, a total conquest. And I was willing to surrender so long as he kept making me feel so hot and wanted, so overcome by this power that I could make him this hungry.

In this quiet corner in the back of the diner, with oldies playing on the speakers overhead, he forced me to heed him and let him kiss me like air could no longer be important.

He wanted to have me—all of me.

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