“What do you mean you’re sorry? You kissed my head.” She traced her marks on me. “I just whipped you, and you kissed my fucking head.”
“You justhuggedme.”
She swallowed. “To stop all that shaking. I thought you were going to pass out, and I need you awake.”
I labored a smile at her lie. She grimaced and stepped back, her eyes dipping to where she shouldn’t be looking. “I can’t believe you right now.”
“If it bothers you this much, you should put some clothes on me.”
“Or maybe I should chop it off.”
She wouldn’t.Would she?“You need me in one piece for the trade.”
She grumbled, knowing I was right, and I wanted to laugh. I was too tired, tough. “Why the hell do you keep getting hard, you asshole?”
“’Cause all this shit you’re pulling is driving me nuts. It hurts like fuck, and I hate you for it, but… I don’t know.” I shouldn’t tell her how I really felt. I shouldn’t let her take any advantage of me or make her think she had any power over me. All what she was doing could be an act to soften up to her and give her what she wanted.
“I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.” That was all I volunteered…to see if she was really trying to trick me.
The truth was, though, there was a lot more to what I wanted to do to her either way. Whether I liked it or not, I was attracted Cameron. Not that blonde chick I kissed in the backseat of her car, but the wild woman who tricked me and held me captive.
CHAPTER 16
Cameron
I wanted to kiss him, too. To touch him. To feel the heat of his body on mine. To throw myself in his arms and…
“You’re playing me,” I whispered.Of course. I show him one sign of kindness and he takes me for a fool.
I didn’t know what maddened me more. The way he underestimated me, thinking he could manipulate me with some sentimental lies, or my own stupidity, believing for a second he might have been genuine about what he said.
My own desire for it to be true.
He closed his eyes, exhausted. “I can say the same thing about you and that hug.”
“I was whipping you for fuck’s sake. Why would I hug you if…”if it wasn’t real?
“And I swear to you I’m not lying.”
My hands balled into fists. “You’re full of shit.”
“Maybe, but dicks don’t lie, Cammie.”
I blinked. Calling meCammiewith this masculine, lazy voice of his made my skin tingle. “Don’t call me that.”
“You don’t like it when I pet you, sweetheart?”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckled, opening his eyes. They settled lower than they should have. “Last time you had a tank top on, so maybe you were a little chilly. Now with the sweatshirt… You know nipples don’t lie either?”
My eyes widened. Heat burned my cheeks. My arms moved quickly to cover the evident proof of my desire for him, but I stopped them midway.
I let my hands rest on my hips instead. No more hiding. If he was playing me, I’d better beat him at his own game.
“How about I make you an offer, Dusty?”
“An offer?” he chuckled.
