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He laughed. It caused goose bumps to rush over my skin. “If I hadn’t helped, you’d be dead.”
I fell quiet. Then, “Maybe not. My EpiPen—”
“Was across the fucking room!” He flung his arm out, eyes flashing. “You should have told me. Things wouldn’t have gotten that far. I would have known. You wouldn’t—” His voice broke off almost as though the rest of his unspoken sentence shattered his thoughts.
“I wouldn’t what?” I pressed, chest still heaving.
I didn’t know why I was angry with him, but I was. I should never have agreed to let him room here. I should have taken him and his suitcase to the dean.
I hated him.
I hated him so fucking much.
“You wouldn’t have almost died in my arms.” It was a whisper. A ragged drag of words from his throat. A sound that I couldn’t explain but a sound that cut me to my core ripped out of him. “You almost fucking died.”
The words were barely out, and he was across the room, large hands engulfing my face, pulling up so his could come down. His lips fused with mine without hesitation, with the anger we both burned with. I felt his nostrils flare, his warm breath flutter over my upper lip. The pads of his fingers tightened on my face, his grip turning possessive and greedy… just like his kiss.
I melted right there in his hands, kissing him with every ounce of indignation he made me feel. How dare he make me feel at all? How dare he be so angry I almost died? It was as if he cared, as if he couldn’t imagine this place without me… as if my tempestuous and unagreeable personality was something he couldn’t live without.
His tongue swept mine, taking over my mouth and exploring every inch he could reach. My jaw slackened, letting him in, marveling at how easily he consumed me, how he made me feel so fucking grateful I was still alive.
Alive to taste him. To experience him. To want him.
His lips ripped free, but he stayed close, pressing his nose against my cheek, dragging it back and forth in a caress as his ragged breathing consumed my hearing. His thumbs stroked the hollows of my cheeks, and then his fingers flexed at the back of my head.
All at once, he made a desperate sound, his fingers reaching up into the uncombed strands of my hair. A noise ripped from my throat when he yanked my head back, my scalp tingling under the assault.
“This hair,” he rasped, his voice like sandpaper over all my exposed nerves. “These pure-white stands taunt me like nothing else. Looking so pure and innocent, making me want to yank them and mess them up.”
His tongue came out and wet his lips, and my eyes dropped to follow the action.
“And those fucking eyes. Icy but not cold. You fucking electrify me in ways I’ve never felt before.”
His lips pressed firmly against mine, and when I moved beneath them, trying to get more, he lifted them away, denying me. Teasing me. Making me want.
“And then you went and almost died. I won’t allow it,” he intoned, voice writing a new law. “You, angel, belong here on Earth.”
I lifted, trying to capture his lips. Wanting to taste those words, hoping they might brand my soul.
He denied me again.
“Don’t do this again. Not ever.”
When I said nothing, he pulled my hair, the sensation zinging all the way to my cock. My lips parted to agree, but the words wouldn’t come. I wouldn’t let him boss me. I couldn’t. But damn, I really wanted to agree. Keeping myself safe seemed like a promise that might be okay to make.
I nodded once, a compromise I made with myself, the only agreement I was capable of making.
His eyes narrowed, and disappointment lanced through me, but then his mouth mashed against mine and everything else was forgotten as our tongues swirled and his taste overrode my senses.
Eventually, he pulled back, desire making his eyelids droop. The fingers in my hair slid away so he could caress the bumpy rash I felt across my cheeks. “Now’s not a good time for this,” he murmured, pressing soft butterfly kisses to the textured skin.
A sob broke in my throat, my chest partially caving in. The sweetness of that single gesture was likely my undoing.
He started to pull away and I grabbed his wrists, crushing them in my grip.
His eyes bounced between mine, searching. Asking. Studying my expressions as if wanting to learn all I was.
“Now is the perfect time.” I defied.
