Page 88 of Ravage
But I also know she has feelings for the others too.
Any of us giving in to those feelings means certain downfall of our little group. It’s best to keep it all at bay until I can figure out how this entanglement we’ve gotten ourselves in won’t be the end of us.
Logic tells me that’s the best course of action.
But it feels weak when she looks at me like this. When her striking, big blue eyes are looking up at me like I will punish her with more than words, and rather than looking scared by that idea, she looks curious. Maybe even excited.
I’ve never touched her before like that, but I can’t deny that the temptation hasn’t been there each time. And somehow, she can sense it. Like we’re both waiting for me to make up my mind and act on it, but she’ll push me into it if she has to.
I almost reach out to touch her, but I shift at the last second to grip the shelf by her shoulder instead. “Do I want to know what you’re up to this time?” I ask softly.
She swallows. The motion travels down her exposed throat, down to where her hands are clasped together at her chest.
“I’m looking for a dirty movie,” she confesses. “Kell and Dane want to watch one, and I told them I’d watch it with them.”
My grip on the shelf tightens. Absolutely not.
Are they both making their move? Am I too late?
This isn’t a race.
But if it was, if the others aren’t going to wait anymore, where do I stack up?
I lean closer. Even in the dim glow of the aisle lights, I can see the flush of heat beneath her cheeks. She reacts so easily to me. It’s intoxicating.
“I told you not to do things without letting me know first. So I can make sure none of you end up caught or in trouble,” I remind her on a soft chastisement.
Her lips curl into a smile and she strokes her hands down my shirt. Even though they stop at a safe distance, I can almost imagine the feel of her touch continuing downward until I’m hard as a rock in my shorts. “I know,” she starts in a soft teasing voice. “It was just a simple movie, Aiden. I didn’t want to bother you with it.”
The spark of wildness in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
I grab her wrists in one hand to keep her from touching me again. “Did I say not to bother me if it was trivial?”
She licks her lips and then breathes out, “No.”
I nod. “Good.”
“So, can I get the movie now?”
“No.”
Raegan’s face flickers to surprise and then her nose scrunches in annoyance. “Wait, why not? You’re here with me now to watch my back.”
I push her back into the shelves, bringing a squeak from her lips, and I realize I’m still gripping her wrists. But I don’t let go.
I have her trapped against the shelves so she has nowhere to go, and no hands to stop me, though I know she wouldn’t. That’s not the point.
“Why?” she asks again softly when I still haven’t answered her. She’s pushing me again. Making me act or do things I’d normally hold myself back on.
So, I answer her.
My lips crash into hers, feeding this building need inside that I’ve been denying for so long. I’ve been holding myself back out of fear for what it would do within the group. Of what it would do to her to have to choose one of us.
But I can’t let her watch that movie with the others. I can’t take that risk of losing her to them either.
I slide my tongue along the part of her lips, and she opens them without hesitation. I cup her face and bring us closer together. Her hands grab desperately at my shirt and a moan pulls from her chest through our kiss.
I’m just as desperate to feel her. Every stroke of tongue, every press of our lips, even our hands grabbing and pulling at each other is never enough.
