Page 12 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

Did he seriously just go there?

He’s going to pretend he’s not turned on? Pretend he didn’t like our kiss? Don’t get me wrong. I’m not naive enough to think I’m the best kisser in the world or anything, but there’s no way a kiss can be so good for one person and so terrible for the other.

Bullshit.

With a dry laugh, I call his bluff and slide my hand down his body, brushing against the swell in his jeans I knew would be there. “Funny. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s your thing. Do you have a penchant for innocent little virgins, Teddy Bear?”

“Are you an innocent little virgin, Blake?” he counters.

“It’s none of your business.”

“When your hand is on my dick, I think it is my business.”

I bite my lip, barely able to withhold my grin because of how frustrated he looks in the bathroom light. How sexy he looks. How unhinged he looks. Like I’ve finally managed to burrow under his skin the same way he has mine.

“You’re right,” I whisper. “I’m a virgin. An innocent. Little. Virgin.” I squeeze him again through his jeans. I’m not sure if it’s the liquid courage swimming through my veins or the years of pent-up frustration spurring me on, but I’m not going to question it. Not when I’ve finally had a taste. “The question is… What are you going to do about it?”

I shouldn’t be goading him. Not when he looks so close to snapping. But I can’t help it. This is how it’s always been with us. The way we push each other. Competing against each other. Calling each other out when someone’s acting like a piece of shit. And if he honestly thinks he can get away with lying to my face and saying he wasn’t invested in the kiss the same way I was? He’s delusional. And I’m not above rubbing his nose in it.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me away from the front of his pants, twisting my arm behind my back until my front is pressed to his. “If you were innocent, you wouldn’t touch my dick through my jeans.”

“So now I’m not an innocent little virgin?” I question, my head tilting to one side. “I think you should get your story straight, Teddy.”

“And I think you should remember I’m your brother’s best friend, and if he knew your hand was on my cock a second ago, he’d kill us both.”

“But what a way to go, am I right?” I quip.

His nostrils flare as his attention drops to my lips. Again. It makes my core tighten, but I don’t move a muscle. I wait. Blame it on the alcohol left in my system. The empty hallway separating us from the rest of the world. Hell, maybe it’s the dress’s fault, and the way it hugs my slender hips. Whatever it is, I’m not going to question it. Because I just kissed Theodore Taylor. I felt his erection in my palm before he pulled my hand away from it. I can still feel his chest brushing against my sensitive nipples as he takes a deep breath. And it’s addictive. Consuming.

He lets me go and steps back. “You’re annoying when you’re drunk.”

Whiplashed, I blink slowly, my gaze tracing his steps as he puts more distance between us. “Excuse me?”

“You should get some sleep.”

“Who says I’m still drunk? Buzzed, maybe. But drunk?” I snort. “I think it’s a reach, Teddy Bear.”

Ignoring me, he reaches for my hand and tugs me toward the hall. “Come on. You can sleep it off in my bed.”

“And where will you sleep?”

“On the couch.”

“Or you could always sleep with me,” I offer.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, Blake.”

“Who said I wanted you to?” I counter, disguising my hurt with annoyance as I wrench my wrist away from him. “I said sleep, not fuck. Those are two different things.”

“I don’t sleep with girls.”

“Especially not innocent ones, am I right? Let me guess. You don’t usually kiss them, either.”

He grits his teeth and turns back to me. “I was proving a point.”

“What point?” I demand with a laugh. There isn’t any humor in it, though. I’m too pissed off. Too sexually frustrated to enjoy our banter. Honestly, I kind of want to deck him.

“My point,” he spits, “is a girl like you doesn’t belong with a guy like me––or with any other guy you’d run into at these parties. You should stay away next time.”

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