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His thick fingers encased my arm, that chunky ring he wore pressing into my skin, and he brought me down beneath him so fast. I dropped my shoes. I dropped my purse. I was pinned, and Thatcher Reed was on top of me.
“Snowflake…” He was breathing heavy. His big chest labored with heavy breath even though there was no way that short sprint and our struggle took anything out of him. This guy no doubt played on the football field for hours before getting tired.
Something had him breathing harshly now, and he wasn’t getting off me. He stared down at me, his large hands cuffing my small wrists. “Aspen.”
My breathing kicked up, my breasts literally in his face. I trembled, and his blue eyes darted in their direction. My boobs were basically spilling out of the top of my dress, my nude bra below pushing them up.
He could see that nude bra, my breasts pushed together like two half-moons above my dress. Thatcher’s eyes blazed in their direction. Like he couldn’t keep his eyes off them. I’d allowed him to put his hands on me that night, squeeze them…
You should push him off you.
Even if he didn’t weigh as much as he looked, I’d probably be hard-pressed. The fact of the matter was, I should do a lot of things right now being in this position. I should scream even though no one was around. I should fight, again, even though no one was around. I should because that was a fight-or-flight response.
Thatcher also wasn’t doing what he said he’d do. He said he’d take me back to my dorm with no more games, but this wasn’t that. This was him staring at me like he wanted to fuck me again, and I didn’t move when he let go of one of my wrists. His large knuckles curled above one of my trembling breasts, but he didn’t touch me. He swallowed, wetting his full lips like he wanted to but didn’t dare.
Instead, his eyes stayed on me, studying my moves and reactions as his digits hovered down the length of my body. Again, he didn’t touch, but he watched me. It was like he wanted to see if I’d stop him, and when I didn’t, his fingers eased toward the hem of my dress. My thigh twitched, but I didn’t stop him.
A low hum sounded within the confines of his mighty chest when his fingers glided beneath the hem. He followed the material to my pussy, and when he hooked two fingers in my panties and tugged the material away…
I was wet, drenched, and he picked up on that real fucking quick. The rough pad of his thumb swiped one quick stroke between my pussy lips, and that was all he needed. I was wet, and he made me wet.
“God fucking dammit,” gritted from his mouth the same time he locked ours together. His tongue invaded the space between my lips, and something wild unleashed inside me. It was something that had me struggling. I lodged a tight fist into his chest, and when I bit Thatcher’s lip, he growled. He immediately stopped kissing me and got my wrist when I looked like I was going to sock him again.
He blinked. “What? You don’t want to do this?”
I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t know what I was doing. I just knew I used my other hand to grip his shirt, and once I did, I had that mouth back on mine. I wanted it. I craved it like an animal, and Thatcher, being a dude, didn’t stop me. He kissed me equally hard. If not harder, and when I punched at him again, his arms this time, he didn’t stop kissing me.
“Fuck, snowflake,” he ground out, and I was struggling so bad he had to lock my wrists above my head. His eyes flared, but not once did he stop kissing me. He used his weighted hips to pin mine. “If you’re going to do that, you gotta give me a fucking code word or something.”
His kissing got more intense, more aggressive. He moved to my neck, dragging his long tongue down my flesh, and I shuddered so bad I stopped fighting for a second.
He bit my skin. “A safe word or I’m not going to fucking stop. I won’t stop, so you gotta give me something in case this gets too intense.”
He was saying something I didn’t even realize I wanted, him taking me out here and me fighting him. Him losing control with me having little to no means of fighting him off. It was something primal and untamed like it’d been at the rave. For a few wonderful moments, I hadn’t known who he was.
And that got me off so fucking much.
“Music.” I didn’t know who this person was beneath him, talking to him. I wasn’t this girl who liked getting fucked in the woods. I wasn’t this girl who enjoyed being pinned down and dominated by powerful men. Every aspect of my life was timed and scheduled. I didn’t get to the level I was at in my field without doing so. I had to be serious, controlled.
Perhaps that was what made the prospect of this so exciting. It was dark, sinful.
“Music,” I repeated. That was my safe word.
“Music. Okay,” he said, smiling a little. His tongue flicked my lips. He didn’t seem to care about my matte lipstick, and I wriggled. He grinned. “Perfect.”
He lowered to kiss me again, but I didn’t make that easy. In fact, I did something so out of fucking pocket, but I was turned on, and I hated that I was turned on. I hated that I wanted this attention from him because I loathed this fucker, but that didn’t stop my excitement from whatever this was. I kneed Thatcher Reed in his dick, and that threw him so fucking off. He grunted, cursing when he grabbed his junk.
“The fuck!” he roared, the sound radiating in the trees, but all I did was smile. Thatcher rolled off me, the whole point, and once I was free, I ran again. I left all my stuff in the woods and ran, sticks cracking and breaking under my feet.
If my mom saw me…
Eugena Davis would have a fucking coronary if she saw what I was doing. She’d never understand this, and hell, I didn’t understand this. I just knew something about all this made me feel powerful, and when I glanced back to look for Thatcher, he was gone.
Because he was in front of me.
I swear to God this boy was a goddamn vampire he was so quick, and he’d obviously recovered from the kneeing of his balls. He stood in front of me, his burly arms crossed.
That was when the shirt went off.
