Page 60 of Backfire
“What the fuck did I say about talking?” Devlin barked out. “And stop fucking touching me.”
“I can’t.” Seriously.
I gave up trying to force my arms to drop a while ago. Now I was more focused on not sliding my hands over the solid planes underneath. Because Ireallywanted to. All I could think about was how good his skin would feel on mine. The need for it was so intense that words actually slipped through my lips.
“I want…”
Thankfully, Devlin cut me off. “Don’t say it.”
The warning in his tone was evident. He was hanging on by a thread, too. If I said one more thing or moved in the slightest, that thread might snap. And that was a truly terrifying thought.
I closed my eyes and concentrated all my energy on remaining perfectly still. If I couldn’t see him, then maybe I could gain back some control. It seemed to work too. I listened to the calming sounds of the running shower while reminding myself about how much I hated this prick. I even managed to pull my hands off his chest.
That’s when fate handed me a giant-sized fuck you.
When I lifted my leg to step away, the water weighing down my clothes took its toll and yanked my sweats right down my legs.
Devlin’s eyes popped open, and I knew I was done.
My hands moved to cover the exposed spot between my thighs while his fingers wrapped around my neck. I was slammed back against the wall before I could suck in another breath.
“Where the fuck are your panties?!”
I wanted to scream “you have them asshole”at him, but I couldn’t dislodge the words from my throat. I was caught in one of those nature shows. The ones where we followed a lone animal as it struggled to survive the winter.
Except I was at the part where it had snapped, and hunger had taken over. Feral was the only word to describe the glint in Devlin’s eyes. Yet somehow, he still managed to maintain a little control.
I, however, was very aware of how my hand felt clamped over my pussy.
Devlin bent down until his mouth was a breath away from mine and hissed, “I should snap your neck.”
“So do it!” This was so fucked up and wrong. A death threat should not be the thing that made my core clench.
“I can’t.” It was disturbing how disappointed he sounded by that statement.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t break you.”
Not sure if I liked the sound of that.
I could feel the heat in his gaze as his eyes slowly roamed over my quaking breasts and down to my cupped mound.
“Are you wet,Bréagán?”
“We’re in the shower.”Duh.
“Keep talking, Sydney,” Devlin tsked and lifted his arm to push his hand up under my wet shirt. “And I might fuck that smart mouth into silence.”
Dear Lord, help me.
That should not have sounded as tempting as it did. Nor should his touch feel that good.
“Move your hands,Bréagán,” Devlin growled in my ear. “I want to see that pussy.”
Even though I said, “no,” my arms still twitched to obey him.
The internal struggle was no longer Devlin’s to fight.
It was mine.
