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“No, you’re not.” Dane sounds completely certain and entirely in charge. “Now get the fuck out of here before I show you just how much Atlas is the nicer brother after all.”
“Whatever.” Tom shoves out of the booth without so much as a glance in my direction.
“What the fuck?” I turn on Dane. “Who do you think you are, ignoring me all week and then crashing my date?”
“That wasn’t a date,” Dane says disdainfully. “It was a fucking tragedy.”
“You don’t give orders! I don’t belong to you!”
“Wrong with conviction.” Dane seizes me by the jaw and kisses me on the mouth.
I’d like to say that his kiss enrages me, but my body and brain have never agreed where Dane is concerned. While I’m telling myself to shove him off and maybe slap his face for good measure, my hands go from gripping the front of his shirt to caressing the back of his neck while the kiss deepens and my spine turns to noodle.
How does his mouth taste so fucking good?
It’s like the week apart was a year. I’m ravenous, hands all over his body, even groaning a little in the confines of the booth.
He’s twice as ferocious, kissing and groping until the teenagers sitting across from us look both intrigued and alarmed.
“Why the fuck didn’t you text me back?” I snarl as I kiss his mouth, his jaw, and bite the lobe of his ear.
“Because I’m an idiot,” he says. “And fucked in the head.”
“That works for me.”
I lose myself in Dane’s unholy heat, in the rabid taste of his mouth and his desperate longing that makes me feel wanted, desired, needed, like I never have before.
The waitress clears her throat. “Do you need a to-go box?”
Dane throws cash on the table. “Nope.”
“Actually, yes,” I say. “But hurry.”
* * *
??Yellow Flicker Beat - Lorde
Dane drivesme back to his house, not mine. That suits me just fine because I want what I haven’t gotten yet, and I want it loud and rough, somewhere far away from my brother’s earshot.
We’re ripping at each other’s clothes before we’ve crossed the threshold, which is on par with the groping, handsy shit we were doing the whole car ride home until Dane almost ran us off the road. Twice.
I had his cock in my mouth the second time. He ran onto the gravel shoulder so hard that I almost bit off the very thing I’m determined to experience in more than just my mouth…though I certainly wouldn’t say no to another round of that, either.
I leap on Dane as soon as we enter the living room, wrapping my legs around his waist, grabbing his face in both hands so I can kiss him. He locks his hands under my ass and carries me, not just to the couch—all the way up the stairs to his bedroom.
I’ve never been in here yet. His scent overwhelms me, that scent of his sheets and sleeping that made my heart gallop that first morning I banged on his door, but that was a light rainfall compared to jumping into a pool—now I’m submerged in it.
His room is as dark as the inside of the cave, with heavy blinds to block out the sun when he’s day-sleeping and no mirrors or photographs anywhere. The only object I can see that doesn’t obviously belong to him is an old-fashioned perfume bottle sitting on a low table that might once have been a vanity, if it still possessed its mirror.
It’s the bed I’m interested in.
Dane throws me down on the mattress, sending up another puff of his rich, masculine scent.
I’m attracted to him in an animal way that warps the very fiber of my soul. I’m like those animations of sharks where they sniff the smallest drop of blood, and their eyes go black and they turn into killing machines. I want to devour Dane—and anything that gets in my way.
But barely has my back touched the bed before something padded but immovable closes around my wrist with a softsnick.As I’m looking at one wrist, Dane is cuffing the other.
I get a thrill that’s part terror and part exhilaration. Now the look on Dane’s face is one hundred percent shark as his eyes crawl down my prone and helpless body.
