Page 40 of Surviving in Clua


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Daz’s forehead creases and his eyes narrow. “Fine. Cool. Whatever. Who am I to cock block?” He smirks at me as he backs up and saunters back to the elevator. “Enjoy my sloppy seconds, dude.”

The tendons in my neck cord. Kenzi’s nails dig deeper into my skin, and she lifts up onto her toes. “Leave it.” Her breath hisses against my ear, making me want to do anything but leave it.

The second the elevator doors slide closed, she pulls away, still scowling.

The loss of contact is jarring. “You should be more careful about who you let up here.”

“Excuse me?” She folds her arms. “Who let him in? Because it sure as hell wasn’t me. Do I look like I was expecting him?”

My gaze drops from the pissed-off crease between her eyes. Stretched out tank top. Pink pajama shorts. I swallow. Veryshortpajama shorts… and pink and white polka dot fluffy socks I know she sleeps in.

“He was talking to you when he came in.” I meet her glare. Clench my jaw. “You said you needed to get laid. I thought…”

“You thought I’d let someone likeDazbetween my legs after what he did to me?” Her brows tip up in the middle, and she scrapes the hair that’s come loose of her bun back, then drops her arms to her sides. “Jesus, Mylo. You really think that highly of me.”

“You were flirting with him in the gym, Kenzi. What the fuck was I supposed to think?”

Her face pinches, a look I know for a fact she reserves for me and me alone. “That it’s got fuck all to do with you. What? I’m nobody to you until somebody else decides I’m somebody? Is that how it works with you? You don’t want me, but heaven fucking forbid anybody else getting in there.”

I shake my head, both hands lifting. “Kenzi—”

“No! Say it! Stop fucking with my head, because there will be somebody, Mylo. I might be nobody to you, but—”

“—You’re not nobody!” Blood whooshes in my ears, frustration ripping down my spine. She’s in my space. So close I practically feel the anger vibrating off her. “These are my issues. Not yours, Kenzi. Mine.”

“Then keep them to yourself and stay the hell away from me.” Her chest is rising and falling in time with mine, her cheeks flushed. “The next time you decide I need help, walk the other way.” Her finger stabs into my pec. “I don’t need your help and I sure as hell don’t want it.”

“You’re wrong,” I growl down at her tilted back face, taking a step towards her. “If I think you need help, then you can be sure as hell you’re gonna get it.”

“I don’t need it.” She backs up and her shoulders hit the wall behind her. “I don’t need this—”

“You do! Kenzi. You fucking do! And so do I.”My mouth is on hers before my brain catches up.

Her reaction is instant. And savage.

She yanks at my hair, back arched, tits crushed against my chest.

“You’re not nobody.” I grind out, kiss her harder, shove my thigh between her legs and bite her bottom lip, push her up the wall with my body. She hooks a leg around my waist and pulls at the hair at the back of my neck. Vicious. Hard. Punishing. I kiss her neck, nip her collar bone, thrust against the scorching heat between her legs. I graze her jaw, her chin, then let her assault my mouth all over again. Fingers, teeth, tongues, nails.

My mind is blank, frustration forcing me closer. Bubbling to the surface. Stealing whatever weak hold I thought I had over my need for her. My fingers dig into her ass, my body pinning her into the wall. I’m painfully hard, my head full of her sweet fucking scent. She rubs against me, and some primal part of me roars. Claim her. Fuck her until the only thing she sees is you. Until she’s as gone over you as you are over her. Fuck the consequences. Fuck the inevitable. She sucks my tongue. Claws at my neck. Rolls her hips and moans into my mouth.

The feel of her. The taste of her. The fucking sound of her. My hands run up her sides, soft skin, tight muscle to the underside of her breasts, and her spine bends to get closer. My thumbs brush her hard nipples through the thin material of her bra, and she lets out a whimper that drags a feral growl from my throat.

It shocks my brain back into gear. Thoughts fight through the haze. She deserves better than this. She’s worth more than this. I slow the kiss. Pull my hands back down to her waist. Her glazed eyes flutter open, and I brush my lips against hers again, like an addict. It’s painful to pull back. “You’re not nobody. Not to me.”

My phone rings, piercing the silence of the landing and the moment implodes as quickly as it exploded.

She releases my hair, blinking like her senses have just barreled back to her. My hands fall from her sides. She sucks in a breath, then pulls her swollen bottom lip into her mouth and unhooks her leg from my hip.

The ringing stops. I open my mouth to say—nothing. Not one single word. My heart thumps against my rib cage, the truth clogging my throat. The things I won’t be able to give her. Things that will ultimately end in her walking away—with her looking at me just like Cara did. With pity. With disappointment.

She shakes her head, the muscles in her neck contracting with her swallow, chin pink from my beard, eyes wide, filled with even more accusation than they were before.

“They’re only your issues when they stop affecting me. Don’t do that again unless you mean it.”

I watch her go—watch her walk back into her apartment and close the door without looking back. I touch my fingers to my wet lips and stare at her closed door, the need to bulldoze into her apartment and kiss her again rearing like a real living beast beneath my skin.

My cell starts up again.

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