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“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he counters, frowning as I edge closer to him.
Swallowing hard, I lean in close so that this time it’s me who’s breathing him in, who’s drawing his scent deep into my lungs, allowing it to fill me up. His fingers loosen enough around my wrist so that I can pull my hand free and rest it back on his chest. Beneath my palm his heart thunders, crashing against his chest like a wildebeest’s hooves across the Serengeti grasslands. Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m reading this all wrong. Either way, it doesn’t matter because we belong to each other, whether he wants to believe that or not. I just need to push him a little in the right direction.
“What if I said to you that all I want is one kiss. Just one kiss, Malakai. That’s all I ask,” I whisper against his ear. When he doesn’t respond I pull back and meet his hard gaze with mine.
“No,” he snaps. “Never. I’ll never kiss you, fuck you, taste you, Connie. No!”
And yet, despite his words I know he’s lying. Just like the other night, he’s a hairsbreadth from doing just that. Drawing my tongue across my lip, I maintain eye contact, whilst he flinches.
“You’re not brave enough, is that it?”
Before the last word falls from my lips, Malakai grunts, pushing upwards and dragging me up with him. His fingers grasp my upper arms as he practically lifts me off my feet, forcing me backwards until my back hits the counter and he’s towering over me. He seems oblivious to the fact that he's naked, that he’s pressed up against me. But I’m not. I’m hyperaware of every part of him pressed against all the aching parts of me.
“Don’t fucking push me!” He growls, his hand gripping my jaw, the cool metal of his ring cold against my hot, flushed skin as his other hand fists my hair and yanks my head back.
“Scared of what might happen, Malakai?”
“I won’t be drawn into your games, Connie. Don’t try and fuck with me. You might get burnt.”
“I’m already on fire. So go ahead, make me burn…” I taunt him, unable,unwillingto control the lust in my voice. I know he wants me, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my belly tells me I’m right.
“You come here, dressed like this to taunt me, didn’t you? You think a pretty little dress is going to make me fuck you, is that it?”
Yes, I think.
“You think I’m going to lose control, that I’m going to bend you over this counter and fuck you hard? You think I’m going to bury my cock balls deep in your wet, tight pussy and lose my fucking head? Beauty has no value in the real world, Connie, and it certainly has no value in mine,” he bites out. I must whimper a little because now it’s him who’s smiling with a cruel curl of his lip, but I refuse to let it go.
“You want me. I can feel how much,” I press back, arching my spine and pushing my hips against his so that his cock rubs against my core that’s slick and needy with want.
“Just a chemical reaction, nothing more, nothing less,” he growls, his fingers tightening on my jaw as he lowers his mouth to mine and for one hopeful moment I think he’s going to give in, that he’s going to kiss me. Instead, he releases me, stepping back. With one last angry look he strides over to where his clothes are folded on the other side of the room, leaving me gasping at his firm arse, broad shoulders and strong legs. My heart thunders as he pulls on his jeans and t-shirt, not bothering with any underwear, then shoves his feet into his flip-flops and storms out, leaving me breathless and shaken. Air whooshes out of me as I watch him walk away towards the boat shop, wondering if I’ve pushed him too far or, perhaps, not enough.
