Page 113 of Flipping His Script
They'd laughed.
Yeah, high school was a long time ago, and maybe Anna wasn't that girl anymore. But she wasn't what she was pretending to be either.
She couldn’t be.
No one wasthatsweet.
Maybe Ididhate her. But I wanted her just the same.
And, foolish or not, I was going to make her wantmeeven more. I was going to make her say it, too. I wasn't even sure why.Revenge? Or raw desire?
Shit, it was probably both.
Five minutes.That's all it would take to make her say yes, to prove that she wasn't the person she was pretending to be. I glanced toward the dashboard clock. It was 9:32, and the rain was still pouring.
Slowly, I moved my head closer to hers as if intending to deliver a slow, sultry kiss. But I didn't. Instead, I waited on the edge, giving her the chance to turn away – or move forward.
Your move, Anna Burke.
And she made it, all right.
She closed the distance, pressing her sweet lips to mine in a kiss that nearly made me groan out loud. I slid my hand behind her head and pulled her close. The tendrils of her wet hair wrapped around my fingers as I plunged my tongue into her mouth and felt a surge of satisfaction when she moaned against me.
She wasn't just wet from the rain. I knew this just as sure as I knew that I was taking this a lot further than I'd originally intended.
I pulled back and stared into her eyes. "You can tell me to stop at any time, you know."
She bit her lip. "Do you want me to? Tell you to stop, I mean?"
Why lie?"Hell no." I leaned my forehead against hers and said, "What Iwantis to take your cold nipples into my hot mouth and warm them 'til you beg for me to take you right there in the back seat."
Her breath hitched. "You mean in the car?" She gave the back seat a nervous glance. "But that's crazy. I mean…we shouldn't."
She was right, but not in the way she thought. I wasn't worried about anyone seeing us. Between the rain and tinted windows, we were practically invisible.
But that didn't mean it was a good idea. I should've stopped at the kiss. Or better yet, she should've stoppedme.
It would've been the smart thing to do.
When I made a move to pull back, she said, "Wait."
I waited in silence, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
Yes.
That's what theyallsaid.
Instead she surprised me by teasing, "How doyouknow they're cold?"
Resisting an inexplicable urge to smile, I let my gaze drift to her breasts. Underneath the wet fabric, her nipples were so erect, I wondered ifI'dbe the one beggingher, not the other way around.
If so, that would be a first.
Damn it. She was killing me.
But hey, what else was new?
Now, I did smile. Her question lingered between us.How did I know that her nipples were cold?
