Page 64 of Opposites (Never) Attract
“That’s notsneakingout of your house, Sunshine. That’s walking out. This is more dangerous.”
Something about that word, dangerous, sent a thrill through me. Especially, when I remembered what he was planning. I wondered if he remembered the part about tying my hands behind my back. Probably not. He’d just wanted to paint the picture in my head. But maybe I would try and hold them that way. Just to see if I could do it. If I could stop myself from reaching for him.
He opened the door to the barn, let me in first, and shut the door behind us. Immediately, the wind was cut off. The barn smelled of hay and dust and mulch for Mom’sgarden. Good smells.
Tag pulled something out of his back pocket.
A tie. Black.He did remember.
“Turn around,” he told me, his voice pitched so low I felt it like a bass drum in my belly.
Immediately, I did what he asked. He pushed the sleeves of his coat up until he found my wrists, and then he did as promised and tied them together, but not too tightly. I probably could slip one wrist free if I wanted, but I had no desire to do that.
He spun me back so I faced him, and I gasped, looking at him. Tag was always stern. Always unreadable. But something about the way he looked at me right now, woke up something primitive in me. I took a half step back.
“You want to run?” he asked.
I took in a deep shuddery breath, imagining what he would do when he caught me
He stepped forward and I stepped back, a dance I’d never done, but somehow knew the steps too.
“Where are you gonna run, city girl?” he smirked, and I felt moisture pool between my legs. “There’s nowhere for you to go.”
He reached for the neck of my t-shirt and ripped it down the center. I swallowed a yelping scream and jumped back, tearing the shirt further until my naked breasts were exposed. My nipples pebbled under his gaze and in the cool night.
“Buttons moving forward, Sunshine, if you don’t want me to destroy all your clothes,” he said quietly, under his breath, like he was breaking character, and I nodded, loving every minute of the game.
“What do you have on under those shorts?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I breathed.
“You lying?”
I shook my head, but either he didn’t believe me, or this was all part of the game. He ran his hand up the middle of my thigh, inside the shorts, until he was cupping my pussy.
“Good girl.”
His other hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and I realized he was pulling me in to kiss me. Instantly, I pulled away.
“What?” he asked, standing upright. Ready to stop if I said stop.
“I…I don’t think we should kiss. If we kiss…well, then it’s not just about sex.”
I wasn’t sure where the thought came from. I feel like it was a conversation Harmony and I might have had at some point? How kissing could make us vulnerable.
I only knew that I had to try and protect myself. If we started kissing and then having sex…or talking, then kissing and then having sex...things could get messy, and I had no interest in that. So, boundaries. Parameters. Safety measures.
He grunted and looked away from me like he didn’t like that answer. If he insisted, if he said Ihaveto kiss you.Needto kiss you, I’d cave like a bad portfolio in a recession. If he said kiss me or we stop…well, the answer was easy.
But my gut said Tag was not that guy.
He’d asked me if I was good at giving blowjobs, but I had no idea. There was that lawyer I’d dated for a few months a year ago. He hadn’t complained, but he didn’t send me roses the next day, either.
He also didn’t make me feel this way.
I was getting turned on just thinking about it.
The silence stretched and I didn’t know what he was thinking. The shadows were deep in the barn, all the sounds muted and hushed.
