Page 65 of Revolve
Sierra jumps and puts her hands over mine on my throbbing biceps. The girl can punch; I should have known. She holds it tight like that would help, and I think I’m going slightly insane because it does. Except something else is throbbing now. “I wasn’t going to, but then you kept talking, and it was like a reflex, but I’m sorry—”
“What have I told you about saying that?”
“That I shouldn’t say it.” She swallows. “Not to you, at least.”
“Good, so you do listen to me.”
“Sometimes.” She’s staring at my arm again. “Did I really hurt you?”
“No,” I say. “Are you mad at me?”
She slumps back on a sigh. “No, but now I’ll never know if he was going to kiss me.” She stiffens, like she didn’t mean to blurt that out loud.
Irritation runs heat down my back. But there’s a part of me that rejoices in the fact that Ajay’s never kissed her. “Trust me, he wanted to do a lot more than just kiss you.”
She looks at me curiously. “How do you know?”
“I can tell when a guy wants the girl I—” I stop. “I just do. He’s into you.”
Sierra fidgets with the hem of her dress, and I’m barely sitting still. I’d rather not sit here and discuss how Ajay would kiss Sierra. Where the fuck is Kian?
“Doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not like it’ll happen now,” Sierra says.
“You actually wanted him to kiss you?” I try not to sound so offended.
She shrugs. “Maybe.”
“Yes or no?” I ask, staring at her.
“No.”
The silence that follows feels thick enough to choke on. “Who do you want to kiss you?”
“You.”
My throat is filled with gravel. Those warnings are blaring in my head again, but this time I don’t want to listen to them.
“One kiss,” I say. The half-baked idea sounds idiotic when I want to do so much more. When I shouldn’t do anything at all.
“I don’t need your pity kiss, Donovan.”
“Not a pity kiss.” I unclip her seat belt, and she just stares at me as my seat whirs back. “Come here, Sierra.”
“Where?”
I take her hand, and I pull her close. Sierra climbs over the center console and straddles me in the driver’s seat. When her ass hits my lap, I realize this might be my dumbest fucking idea yet. I choke on her cherry scent.
Sierra moves closer, her ass moving too, and I groan. “Is this some kind of chemistry read?” she jokes.
“Nah, this is for us,” I say.
“To do what with?”
I smooth a hand across her cheek. “I want to figure out if whatever the fuck I’m feeling when I’m this close to you is real or just in my head.”
She bristles. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m losing my mind.”
