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Why did I just do that?
Sure, there was nothing else to say that would get through to him. The only other alternative to confessing my attraction would be to tell him the truth, that he was a pawn in my game.
I had no choice.
But what worries me the most about going off script is not that I’d given Alex ammunition to use against me in the future, or the fact that I can no longer pretend to have the upper hand in our tug-of-war.
What bothers me the most is that what I told him is not a complete lie.
I shove the thought aside, deciding to focus on him. His lips are slightly parted, and his eyes are wider than I’ve ever seen them. A chase like this requires that people be alooffrom time to time. Blurting out that I am attracted to him is the farthest thing from aloof.
I need to fix this.
“You know,” I say, hating the slightly desperate undertone in my voice. “When I said I liked you, what I meant was that—”
“Keep quiet, woman.” His voice is a low murmur that replaces every bit of my worry with indignation.
“What did you just say to me?” I wish I still had a drink, so I could pour it over his face and storm out. This entire plan was a mistake anyway. All I need to do is regroup and . . .
“You’re going to have to keep quiet.” He takes a step closer. “Because I’m going to kiss you.”
There’s no time left to process the words before Alex’s lips press against mine.
Oh, fuck.
Have I dreamed of this moment happening over the past few weeks?
Well, yes, because I knew I’d have to kiss Alex at one point or another.
Did I think he would initiate it?
Definitely not.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him, turning me so I’m up against the nearest wall. I close my eyes, unable to think. My arms snake around his neck even more tightly, and suddenly I’m tasting his tongue as it prods and invades my mouth.
Did I for a second let myself think I would enjoy this at all?
Hell no.
And yet, I am. I haven’t been kissed by a guy in two years, but I remember what it felt like. It was nothing compared to this cruel, ravishing kiss.
“Brit,” he mutters against my lips. “You’re going to keepdriving me crazy, aren’t you? Crazy enough to forget what I should be doing?”
I just know I’m about to go off-script again, but this time, I don’t mind as much as I did the last time.
“This is mutual,” I mutter.
Alex does not sport the smug, I-told-you-so look I would have expected. Instead, he draws me even closer to him and takes two steps forward. My back is pressed against the adjacent wall, so we’re basically squeezed into the corner.
The most logical part of my brain is still thinking about my plan. His huge bulk is covering me completely. Anyone who wanted to take a picture of us would not see me at all. I should tilt my body and expose myself a little bit, and I’m just about to do that when I feel Alex reach for my hand and press it against himself.
His hard, fully erected self.
“You don’t understand,” he mutters in my ear. His tone is harsh. “All I’ve been able to think about since that blasted party is making you mine.”
Butterflies erupt in my belly. I feel like an absolute idiotic teenager. Something about the desperation in Alex’s tone makes me feel giddier than even the alcohol.
I hate acknowledging it, but I like that he wants me enough to let go of his ego and admit it.
