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All I can see in my head is fiery red hair, dark hazel eyes, and a body sent straight from hell. The interaction between us at the rink has continued to simmer, even with a change of scenery.
Sparks follow where we go, and our teammates leaving us alone might be the thing that makes my control snap. Willow lingers at the bottom of the stairway, her gaze watching me. Or is she looking at the space between us? There is at least seven feet of space, yet I'm eager to close the gap.
Heated looks and baited breaths aren't enough to keep me sane. I’ve been hoping she would cave for weeks, but her stubborn streak reigned supreme. Now, though?
Even from the edge of the hallway, I can see her attraction clear as day. Nostrils flaring, a pink blush spreading on her cheeks. Willow wants it. She is just too scared to ask.
I’m about to throw her over my shoulder and tie her to my bed, not letting her up until she has come on my fingers, tongue, and cock. But Willow begins to climb the stairs, slowly, as if she is waiting for me.
She pauses in the middle of the staircase, leaning over the railing. A smirk plastered on her sinful lips.
“Are you coming?”
Chapter 18
Willow Rogers
Fuck it.
I'm giving in.
The heat in Jayden’s eyes penetrated my skin, striking my core and leaving my panties soaked.
I thought I could avoid the simmering attraction between us, but Jayden was right–not that I will ever tell him that. The consequences of fucking my best friend’s brother and the man I’m supposed to hate echo inside my head, yet I couldn’t care less.
I walk up the stairs, Jayden trailing behind me. I turn left, heading toward my bedroom, but he stops me.
Grabbing my hand, he leads me across the hallway into his room. I swallow, butterflies swarming in my stomach. I can’t be nervous, it’s Jayden.
I stare at the bed in the centre of the room, my eyes moving between Jayden’s desk and standing wardrobes. Everything about it screams Jayden: neat, tidy, with every item having its own place.
He drops my hand, closing the door behind him. “We need to talk before we start.”
I inhale, letting out a long breath. “Okay. What about?”
Jayden inches closer to me, I retreat from the space, but my knees collide with the bed, forcing me to collapse onto it. He towers over me, usually, I would fucking hate it. However, something is different.
“Things you like, things you don’t. Last time you let me touch you I degraded you. I apologise for not asking beforehand. Did you want me to–”
“No,” I interrupt. “I liked it. I actually had a–” I slam my hand over my mouth. Fucking hell. Jayden doesn’t need to know he fucks exactly the way I imagined he would–rough and controlling.
A smirk curls on his lips. “Keep going, Sweetheart.”
I shake my head, but he doesn’t like that. He leans closer, sliding his knee between my legs before pushing me onto my back.
I suck in a breath, trying to ignore my aching clit. I need Jayden to touch me. My gaze flicking between Jayden’s eyes and lips.
Jayden traces his fingers along my arm, stopping when they reach my neck. The tension in the room is palpable, begging for one of us to snap. Jayden’s hand flexes, the veins running up his right arm bulging, and I barely hold back a moan. He wraps his hand around my neck, as if it were my personal necklace.
He leans closer. “I like to be in control during sex.”
His words are somehow flippant yet doused with heat. A moan is on the tip of my tongue as he drags his thumb along my pulse. The touch is gentle, and it has me fucking melting.
“If we are to do this, you have to trust me. And communicate if Ieverdo anything you don’t like.”
I take a deep breath, finding courage within me. “I had a sex dream about you a month ago. It was fucking hot.” The words fall out, leaving me breathless.
“Hmm. Is that so?” Jayden’s left hand traces circles over my shorts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide my arousal. “What did I do to you?”
