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I don’t stop in time. I fall against his hard chest and feel the erection in his jeans against my stomach. My breath catches in my throat, and blood scorches through my veins.
“Move,” I order.
“Ainsley.” He tries to lift my chin, but I turn my head away. If I look at him, I know I’ll see smugness, and I can’t cope with that as well as my shitty mother today.
I need to go home and have the longest, hottest shower in history and wash today away. I can put it down to it being my turn for some crap again. I’ve not had to deal with emotions surrounding my mum since I was fifteen. I’m probably due another bout of anger and a mini meltdown.
“Look at me.” It’s a demand that I don’t meet… until he makes me.
He pinches my chin between his thumb and finger, raising my head.
“Please, just let me go home. My head is all over the place, and I still hate you.”
“Stop a second. Just… wait.”
“I made a mistake. Seeing my mum threw me off, okay. Can wepleaseforget it? I will never ask anything else of you for the rest of my life, and I’ll always let you have the last word.”
“I have the last word, anyway.”
“I’m not in the mood for our bullshit.”
“Why did you kiss me?”
“I don’t know,” I reply. “You kissed me the first time.”
The award for the most immature response ever goes to…
“You do know. You’re hurt and angry and you turned to me. When you were scared during the break-in, you turned to me. I don’t believe even you can convince yourself it means nothing.”
“It doesn’t matter what I think or feel. Too much bad has happened for there to be anything between us.” I frown at my own rambling. “Whatever anything is, and I’m not even making sense.”
“Are you saying there is no way you would have initiated a kiss if it wasn’t for those circumstances?”
“Why does it matter?”
“I’m not giving you another reason to hate me.”
“Wait, that’s why you pushed me away. You think I want to sleep with you so I can be mad at you about it in the morning?”
His lips part, and although I’ve never seen this expression before, I can still read it crystal clearly.
“You want me to take you to bed,” he breathes.
Kissing him was my first mistake today. Admitting that is my second. I’m on a roll.
“No,” I say rather pathetically.
“Ainsley,” he snaps, all of his patience now gone. He looks like he’s hanging on by a thread.
“Today sucks already, but you were there, and when we’re together and you’re nice or protective, it makes me…”
“What does it make you?” He takes a step closer, and we’re toe-to-toe again.
I try to get some oxygen into my lungs, but they’re not working. It’s all him. He’s stolen every one of my senses, leaving me a lifeless ball of nerves yearning for his touch, and I couldn’t care less when he’s looking at me like I’m a meal and he’s starved.
“Tell me what you want and it’s yours,” he says roughly.
The house falls deathly silent besides our ragged, synchronised breathing. His chest caves as I step closer and raise my head. Every inch of him is pressed against every inch of me. The electricity between us makes it hard to form words.
