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Tyler’s eyes darken, and he closes in on me, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into him. His fingers thread through my hair and tug my head back so I’m looking at him. “Measly bit of pleasure? Didn't seem so small when you were screaming my name and begging for more.”

“Clearly you’ve never watched When Harry Met Sally. That movie taught a woman everything she needs to know about faking it.”

He presses his lips to mine in a crash of teeth and a tangle of tongue. He grips my hip and forcefully pulls me toward him, his grasp on my hair never easing as he sweeps his tongue through my mouth. The zinging tension of earlier is back, except this time it’s worse and it’s swirling around us and holding us together. Holding his mouth against mine, our bodies flush together.

My anger swiftly changes to desire at the feel of his teeth nibbling my bottom lip, and a whimper involuntarily leaves me when he pulls away.

“I don’t believe for a second you fake it, Liv.” He ghosts his nose along my jawline. “I can feel the realness of your reaction in your body. I saw it earlier—I felt it earlier. My fingers barely brushed your gorgeous arse and you moved away as if I’d run them along your pussy. Your body responds to me whether you want it to or not, and it does it so clearly. So obviously.”

“My body is a liar,” I breathe when he lightly sucks on my earlobe.

“Much like you.” His words are spoken again my skin with a gentle brush of his lips.

“My dislike of you is no lie, Tyler.”

“Your body didn’t get the memo, babe. Your body likes me. A fucking lot.”

“My body is deluded.”

He kisses down my neck to my pulse point, where he pauses and sucks lightly. I swallow my gasp. He slides his hand around to my ass and cups it, his fingers flexing against the material of my jeans before he brings his mouth back to my ear.

“Your body is smarter than you think.”

“My body operates on base desire. I operate on common sense.” Something which appears to be evading me right this second.

“Evidently. Your body has been responding to me all day, while your mouth has been fighting me.” He kisses a slow, lazy path up my neck. “Why do you fight me, Liv? You should know it’s pointless. You should know that, if I wanted to slip my hand down the back of these jeans and slide my fingers inside your pussy, I would. And you know you wouldn’t stop it.”

Tyler’s breath is warm against my lips, and he releases his grip on my hair, instead dropping his hand to my neck and curving his fingers around it.

I feel the truth of his words. Despite how annoyed I am at him, how he riles me, he’s right. Our arguing is like an odd form of foreplay that affects us both.

But if he were to touch me now, I know I wouldn’t stop it. I would be powerless to—because all I want to do is the exact same thing. Slide my hand down the front of his jeans and wrap my fingers around his bulging erection. I want to feel the velvety skin beneath my fingertips while I stroke him, and I want to taste the saltiness of him on my tongue.

Because, apparently, my base desire is the reason my common sense has done a runner.

“I can see it,” he whispers, bringing his hand around to the front of my body, one finger crooked inside the waistband. “It’s written all over your face, babe. You deny it all you like, but you know you want me.”

He undoes the button and slips his hand down. He brushes across my clit through my panties, and I fist his shirt at his sides, my lips parting.

“That’s why you’re not stopping me.”

“This is wrong,” I protest lamely as he moves my panties to the side. “They’re out there, waiting for us…”

“And I’m about to make you come all over my fingers, so they can wait a little longer.”

The roughness of his voice combined with the pressure of him dipping two fingers inside me makes me gasp. I don’t even try to swallow this one. His thumb finds my clit and he rubs in slow circles, in time with the movement of his fingers.

My hips move against him until I’m riding his hand, the deep, curved strokes of his fingers inside me pushing me close to an orgasm I don’t want. If only out of principle. I don’t want to come and prove everything he said to be true.

“Don’t fight it, Liv. I don’t care if we’re in here for five seconds or for five minutes. Neither one of us is leaving this room until you’ve come, and my fingers definitely aren’t leaving your gorgeous pussy until you have.” He brushes his lips across mine, his tongue flicking out at the seam of my mouth. “And believe me, I could stand here and wait for you to come all night.”

It’s there, right there, a tight ball of need and lust and desire just ready to unravel throughout my body.

“The longer you wait, the worse it’ll be, and you and I both know you can’t make a sound.” He covers my mouth with his to swallow the moan that escapes me. “Like that.” He pushes hard on my clit. “You definitely can’t do that, or I might as well push you against this wall and fuck you because that’s what everyone will be thinking we’re doing anyway.”

My body clenches at those words, at the mere thought of having him inside me again. I crave it like I crave the orgasm I’m denying myself.

Crave.

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