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Chapter24
Makayla
Breathe.Just breathe.My heart is beating too fast. I can’t seem to calm myself down. Why does he have this effect on me?Because he’s hot, funny, kind—and in case you forgot, well-endowed.Oh, I don’t need the reminder. Our close proximity in the closet did all the reminding. I don’t know whether I was more pissed he tricked me or that what he was offering wasn’t going to happen. I would have given in to his proposal in a heartbeat. Every single naughty part of it had me melting, and each and every word made the ache between my legs worse. By the time he stepped away, my panties were soaked.
Needless to say, I lost that round.
I don’t know how much longer I can play these games. Keep up the hard-to-get persona and pretend I don’t have these intense feelings for him. My body is like a bomb, and it’s only a matter of time before I detonate. Or he does. Hopefully inside me. “Jesus, shut up, Makayla.” My insane brain is proof that I may need to shit or get off the pot. Which means I need to let whatever this is between us play out or run far, far away. The problem is, I want to run toward the danger way more than I want to run to safety. And he sure as hell is dangerous. The way he heats my blood in the most erotic ways. Whether it’s from anger or arousal, he has a hold on me. An itch I definitely need scratched. But maybe it won’t be a bad thing.
Just the thought of pursuing this has my skin prickling with excitement. This is crazy. Me? Makayla Fischer, as the one to proposition him, Ben Wallace, my nemesis? My hot, crazy, well-endowed enemy?It’s a good thing your lady parts and his ginormous buddy are besties.Ugh, just the thought of him inside me creates a pool of arousal.
What if this only leads to complete disaster?Well, as per past experiences, it’s definitely going to lead to wild, crazy sex.Yeah, and all that did was lead me to wantmoresex.And is that a bad thing?Yes! Because sometimes it can’t just be about sex! I’m human, and that thing called feelings eventually kicks in. I’m really starting to have a lot of those.It’s okay to admit you like him.Islikereally the word here? I don’t know what we are, but what I do know is that I want him. In a bad, bad way.
“Oh, Jesus, Makayla, just do it. Take the plunge,” I say, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. Survey says we both want this. It’s obvious he’s attracted to me. What I’m contemplating now is where it goes next.More sex, hopefully?“Dammit, stop it about the sex.” I want more than just sex. I want the cuddles, the late-night talks. The laughing and arguing. I want it all. But am I ready to admit that I want this with Ben? God, where’s Hannah’s Magic 8 Ball when I need it?
“Hey, Mak, you okay in there?”
Breathe, Makayla.“Um. . . not really.”
“What’s wrong? Can I come in?”
“Um. . . yeah.”
He opens the door and sticks his head in, a sullen expression on his face. One I’m not used to seeing. “Is everything okay with you?” I return his question.
A low chuckle filters off his lips. “Yeah. Bad call. But I thought you were the one who needed help.”
“Oh, yeah, well. . . I’m kind of in a bind.” The words lodge in my throat, so I lift my hands, letting them do the explaining for me.
“I see. I got you.” He walks up to me, and I pray he can’t hear the hammering of my heart. “I’m going to lift the dress over your head, okay? I’ll close my eyes.”
“You don’t have to,” I blurt out.
His gaze meets mine. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
He gives me a moment to change my mind, but I don’t. He clasps the material at my knees, dragging his fingers upward and pushing my dress up my thighs. His thumbs graze my hips as he works it past my ribcage.
I may have stopped breathing. There’s a lump in my throat, and I try to swallow past the dryness in my mouth. His fingers work upwards, barely brushing the sides of my breasts. I raise my arms, and he carefully pulls the dress over my head, dropping it to the ground.
“I can keep a secret if you can,” I rush out.
His eyes catch mine. “A secret,” he repeats.
“No one would know.”
It takes him a second, but he picks up what I’m throwing down. Or what I’m attempting to. “But I would know. And you would know,” he says. His head dips. His mouth is so close to mine, his breath skates along my lips.
“That’s all that matters.”
“What are you trying to say, Mak?”
“I want you to touch me, Ben. I need to feel your hands on me.”
He whispers my name just before placing his lips against mine. This kiss. . . it’s almost foreign to me. It’s not rushed or frantic. There’s no anger or aggression. He’s gentle, caring. His hands don’t immediately grab me, and their absence makes me feel lost. Reaching forward, he captures my sides. I don’t know whether to love or hate this version of him. Of us. It’s so slow, so. . . beautiful. “Why are you being so gentle with me?”
His lips brush against mine, sucking my bottom one with slight pressure. “Because I don’t want there to be any reason for you to want to stop. And I want to cherish this moment. That’s just us. You and me.” He finally parts my lips. The simple connection of our tongues ignites the flame always kindling between us. This is what I’ve been craving. This moment. This spark. I raise my arms around his neck, and I pull him as close as I can. My back is then pressed against the bathroom wall. With every second that passes, I feel his control slip. The way his fingers dig into my sides. His urge to deepen our kiss. Our hearts pounding against one another.
