Page 27 of Risk

“I didn’t really do anything.” He turns off the light on his phone, putting us back in the moonlit darkness.

“I guess.” I shrug my shoulders.

I watch as his eyes are drawn to my movement and to my shoulder, which is bare. His eyes move over me, and it feels like it’s his finger tracing my skin in the darkness.

His eyes meet mine. And that damn electric pull that had me kissing him last time is back, but stronger this time, more insistent, because I now know what this man looks liked naked. I know what it’s like to have this man kiss me. Have him inside me.

He takes a step and erases the distance between us.

I don’t back away—because I can’t.

Because I don’t want to.

Apparently, he can fuck me, leave me in a hotel room with only a shitty note, not see me for weeks, and then act like a jealous ass when he does. Because my body has no intention of moving away, and my brain? Well, clearly, she’s stopped working.

His hand lifts, and he trails his fingertip over my collarbone.

My breath hitches. “What are you doing?” My quiet voice trembles, giving me away like the traitor she is.

“Are you with that guy?” That damn finger runs over my shoulder, leaving fire in its wake.

“No,” I whisper. “He’s just a friend.”

He presses his face into my neck and inhales. “Fuck, you smell good.”

Then, I feel the wet touch of his tongue, and I whimper.

“Taste good too.”

His hand moves around my waist, and he pulls me flush against him.

My hand falls to his chest, and I can feel against my stomach how hard he is.

God, I want him again.

He presses soft open-mouthed kisses up my neck. “I’m sorry,” he says, his lips against my ear. “I shouldn’t have left the way I did that night. I just…” He trails off.

He what? Got what he wanted and then was done?

But then I came here, and he got jealous, thinking that someone else was playing with the toy he’d put aside, but now wants because it’s not available.

I’m like Bun-Bun. Forgotten about and left in the tree house. Except, unlike my little Thea, Kaden wasn’t crying over losing me.

Fuck, why am I so stupid?

My body goes rigid, and he must realize because he lifts his head and looks into my eyes.

“Beautiful…”

I step back, out of his embrace. “I told you not to call me that.”

“You’re angry?”

Is he being serious right now?

“I’m…” I let out a frustrated-sounding laugh, shaking my head, my eyes going to the sky. “Confused.” I look back at him. “Pissed off and confused.”

“About?”

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