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She has. Just by standing in this room and letting me touch her, she’s proven more than anybody else. The challenge reflects in her eyes anyway. “Then what are you waiting for?”
For you to back down.
I lean down and kiss her. Bristol tastes like tropical candy. It’s such a sweet, innocent flavor. I’m not harsh with the kiss. I feel her melt into it.
Perfect.
I stroke my left hand over her ribs and up to one of her nipples. Circle it with a fingertip.
And pinch.
Bristol makes a soft, surprised sound into my mouth.
I pinch harder.
She trembles, but she doesn’t pull away. Her mouth is open against mine, panting, beyond kissing when I finally let go. I give her half a breath, then pull her back in by the neck and pinch her other nipple.
Bristol hums onto my tongue, toughing it out. Being so brave. When she starts to make a begging noise, I let go of her nipples and take her into my arms.
Then I put her on her back on the bed and pull her ass toward the edge.
I’ve never been interested in romantic bullshit, but for a long minute, I can’t look away from her eyes. She justwatchesme, her breathing quick and shallow, cheeks flushed.
Bristol bites her lip, and I push her knees up toward her chest, then spread her thighs.
It’s meant to make her feel more exposed, and it works. Her face turns a deep red. She doesn’t try to close her thighs.
I look down between her legs.
“You’re running a con on me.”
She gasps at the accusation in my voice. “No, I’m not.”
“You love this. You baited me into doing this.”
Bristol shakes her head. “No. I wouldn’t. You want this, too. You’re—you’re the one who likes it this way?”
I leave one hand on her left knee and sweep my fingers through her folds, then hold them up so she can see. She’s so wet that a droplet breaks its hold on my fingertips and lands on her belly. “Of course, Ms. Anderson. My mistake. Youhatethis.”
“Bristol,” she says.
“Sweetheart.” That makes her breath catch. “Did you do this on purpose?”
“I asked you questions on purpose because I care about you. I don’t think it makes a difference if I—if I like what you do to me. I think you need it. And.” She runs out of breath. “And I like it.”
“I don’t care about you.”
For the first time, her knee creates pressure against my hand. “Don’t say that to me.”
“It’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not. You said I was different, and I know what that means, Will.” I can’t believe she’s saying this to me when I have her like this. “You can hurt me. I want you to. But don’t lie to me.”
I wasn’t lying. I don’t care about you. I don’t care about anyone.That’s what I’d say if I could force the words out. “I don’t want to care about you.”
Her mouth softens. “Try again.”
No. Fuck no. I’d rather get knocked out in the ring. I’d rather get my ribs broken. I’d rather get another concussion. “I’m—” Fuck. “I don’t like the idea of caring. About anyone.”
