Page 64 of Wicked Surrender

He claimed he wanted to keep me.

Yet, he wouldn’t admit to giving up this need to bully me.

“Do you feel it?” he asked, growling with his mouth an inch from mine as we both sucked in ragged breaths.

I stared at him, too timid to answer him.

I didn’t knowwhatI felt. I couldn’t label it. How could I? What kind of self-respect could I have if I would admit I wanted him but didn’t want him to bully me? How did it have to be an all-or-nothing scenario, that I had to take what he offered, both good and bad?

I pulled him down to kiss me again. It was payback for how he’d silenced me, and I’d be damned if I had to answer him with words. Kissing him and moaning into the addictive heat of his mouth was much better.

Over and over, he seared me with his kisses. Without a break, he showed me with purpose how silly I’d been to predict this would never happen between us again.

It was wrong, all wrong.

Yet, I was too weak to think of stopping.

I was too desperate to feel this wicked heat and thrill with him to tell him no.

He put his hand on my thigh, tugging my leg toward him so I would face him more. Tucked against him, with his arm around my back, I was hugged close and snug. But still, it felt like he was too far away, too distant and out of reach.

Clinging to him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on to this daring risk to let him have me—even like this.

He slanted over me, predatory but also securely, as if he wanted to trap me with him and never let go. When he lifted up to catch his breath, staring at me with that smoldering heat, I frowned and worried he’d expect me to admit something more than I was ready to.

“I can’t trust you.”

I blurted it out and winced.

“You shouldn’t.”

That was oddly refreshening. He was being honest.

“You say you have feelings for me, but you can’t. Not if you still plan to bully me.”

He kissed me slowly, tugging on my lower lip.

“And this… this isn’t a feeling. It’s just lust.”

Again, he drugged me with a hard kiss.

“Just physical desire,” I reasoned.

He chuckled that dark and gritty sound. “Call it whatever you want.”

As he urged me closer, I lowered one hand to balance myself. I didn’t mean to touch his dick, but that was where my fingers landed.

“Oh, my… fuck.” I didn’t move my hand away, too mesmerized by the hard bulge under his shorts. I wasn’t a prude, but I wasn’t promiscuous either. I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t that experienced either.

The size of Jason’s erection shocked me. But the way his lids drifted down as he watched me with a hooded gaze was all I could anchor myself on. I curved my fingers, stroking once, twice.

“Fuck, Laura. Fucking…” He dragged in a deep breath. “Do you get it now?”

I moved my hand away, almost horrified that I’d almost continued touching him like this.

Not too many people were here. Customers gathered at the front, not back here in the diner. But this was too public. And Jason Reeves wasn’t the kind of guy I was supposed to be with. He wasn’t the sort of man my family would want to see me with.

“I…” I closed my eyes under his slow, naughty kiss, full of tongue and moaning.

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