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My heart stops, and it takes my brain a while to process what’s just happened. I turn on the balls of my feet, ready to scream when I see the person sitting on my bed, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at me from across the room.
“Are you insane?” I lift my hand, pressing it against my wildly beating heart. “You just gave me a heart attack!”
“You really shouldn’t leave your window open when you leave your house,” he says calmly.
Win—My eyes dart to the window, and sure enough, it’s still open. “Youclimbedin here? Through a window? Are you freaking insane?”
“You already asked me that.” Prescott leisurely slides his legs off the mattress and stands up.
“Well, you didn’t answer me! Because to me, it seems like you are. Who the fuck climbs through the window into somebody’s room? I’ll tell you, only insane people. You could have broken your neck.”
Prescott makes his way to me, his face completely blank.
“Would it have mattered?”
“What?”
“If I broke my neck? Would it have mattered?”
There is something about the way he moves, almost an eerie calm around him, like a predator circling on his prey. Do I step back? No. I take a step forward and jab my finger in his chest.
“What it would have been is a freaking inconvenience. That’s what it would have been.” I let out a sigh, “Why are you even here?”
“I came home ready to get drunk, so I could forget what happened earlier, but I couldn’t get you out of my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about you in that restaurant. With him. Did he kiss you?”
Another step closer. There’s barely any space left between us. He’s there, all I can see, all I can smell, all that is. He’s everywhere, and it’s making it hard for me tobreathe.
“What?!” I shake my head. “Is that why you’re here? I already told you; you don’t get to do this. You don’t—”
The words are stifled as his mouth captures mine. Prescott slides his hands into my hair and pulls me closer to him as his tongue enters my mouth, swirling with mine. He tastes like whiskey and coke, sweet and bitter, and all Prescott.
Every swipe of his mouth over mine is hard and bruising. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling my head back; his mouth ravages mine, but I meet him there. Swipe for swipe. I give as good as I get.
He’s trying to punish me for tonight.
For going out with Michael.
Well, two can play this game.
He’s not the only one who’s angry.
I’m angry too.
At the world.
Athim.
I grab his shirt, pulling him closer as my hand slides lower, my fingers touching the naked skin of his abs. Prescott shivers under my touch,actually shivers, as I push his shirt out of my way, revealing all that glorious skin. His hands slide down my body, grabbing the hem of my dress and pulling it over my head. I can hear material tear, but the sound is lost to the frantic beat of my heart and our loud breathing.
Prescott bends down, his arms wrapping around my middle and pulling me into his arms. Our naked skin touches, and I swear I’m burning from the inside. His mouth slides over mine as my legs wrap around him.
“Fuck,” I hiss as my pussy connects to the bulge in his pants, and I can feel it clench in need. My hips roll of their own violation, needing to reveal this ache inside me, fill this emptiness.
“That’s the plan, doll.”
Running my fingers through his hair, I tug his head back. “Don’t. Call. Me. That,” I say slowly before kissing him again.
Fingers dig into my ass, pulling me closer. My hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the hard, taut muscles under my palms until I’m suddenly tossed on the bed.
