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He brought his hand to my hips, digging his fingers into the flesh there as he pulled my ass against him.
“But now you see my dilemma?” He pressed into me. The barrier of fabric between us didn’t mask the thickness of his hard cock. “I like it when you fight me, Little Troublemaker.”
A whimper escaped my lips, and I cursed the way my own body betrayed me.
“I think you like it too.” His tone was laced in amusement.
I opened my mouth and bit down on the inside of his hand. Hard. The bitter taste of copper coated my lips and slipped onto my tongue.Does that feel like I like it?
Even though some part of me did. Deep in the pit of my soul, where I kept my secrets locked away, the idea of challenging him excited me. The idea of testing his limits made me feel powerful. The notion that the cords of control that bound him could snap…for me… was a rush like nothing I’d ever known.
Suddenly, the hand was gone.
I opened my mouth with a gasp, letting the air fill my lungs. The body behind me moved away, and I hated how lost I felt without him there. Until his large presence loomed in front of me, holding my hips as he backed me against the door. My head hit the wood with a thud, and his hand was right there, cradling it, lifting it back up. His fingers massaged my scalp, just the slightest hint of tenderness before he brought his mouth to mine.
My heart almost stopped beating when he paused.Please. Don’t stop.His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I wondered why he wasn’t kissing me. Why the sudden shift in demeanor?
Then I remembered that night in his room—our first kiss—and his words.
He’s waiting for permission.
I parted my lips.Yes.The moment I did, his hand fisted in my hair, pulling a handful from my bun and yanking my head back. He groaned low in his throat and pressed his mouth to mine. His kiss was rough and possessive. Scorching and all-consuming. The stroke of his tongue against mine was both a conviction and benediction. I moaned in his mouth as my body arched into him.Stupid traitor.His other hand held my face, smearing the slickness of what had to be his blood across my cheek. My hands slammed against his hard chest in an attempt to push him away, but I ended up clenching his shirt in my fists and pulling him closer instead. This was so much more than the kiss I remembered.
I was seconds away from melting into a puddle when he finally released me. His forehead rested against mine, and his harsh rush of breath ghosted my face. There was a faint trace of alcohol lingering on his breath and on his tongue, making me wonder where he’d been, who he was with. I didn’t drink, but I wanted to taste it again. I wanted to get drunk on him.
There was the unmistakable sound of a hard swallow, then he reached over and fumbled on the wall beside us until the studio was flooded with light.
His dark eyes studied my face, dropped to my lips, then flickered down my body. He let go of my hair and trailed his fingers over my collarbone, then down to my breast, barely skimming my peaked nipple. This touch was delicate, concentrated, the antithesis of the way he was moments ago. With his other hand, his thumb swept across my cheekbone, smearing his blood deeper into my skin.
“See why I can’t let you go? I need this.” He licked his lips and looked back into my eyes. “We both do.”
He was right. I hated it, but it was true.
It felt like I’d been holding my breath for the past four years, and now that he was here again, I could finally breathe.
That still didn’t stop me from wanting answers. I needed to know why he left. I deserved that from him.
“You keep saying that, but you’re forgetting one important piece of information.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” He brushed his bloody thumb across my bottom lip.
“You already let me go.” I swallowed hard, challenging his steely glare. “You left me. Remember?”
His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. He dropped both hands to his side and took a few steps back but stayed silent.
My lungs felt tight as my heart pounded. “Can you at least tell me why?”
Did I really want to know?
“You know why.” His voice was calm, the complete opposite of the storm brewing in his eyes.
“It’s been a while. Refresh my memory.”
“I went to college. It’s what people do.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me you were leaving before I…” I closed my eyes and inhaled, then opened them again. “Before we—”
“Opened Pandora’s box and unleashed a plague on both our houses,” he finished with a smirk, then sighed and squared his shoulders. His expression hardened. “I didn’t tell you because it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t have changed anything.”
