Page 84 of I Dare You
“You’d rather run than face your problems?What a fucking cop-out.I thought you were stronger than that.”
“You know nothing about me!”
“Enlighten me then, instead of feeding me this bullshit!”
He’s baiting me, and it’s working.
All I can hear is Jupiter singing over and over in my head that she told me so.
“I’m leaving, so please move.”I try to shove him out of the way, but he’s not budging an inch.“Why do you care anyway?Am I some personal challenge for you because I’m not falling over myself like every other single woman?”
“I don’t care about any other woman,” he says, leaning closer to me.“I care about you, though I’m not sure why when you’re a fucking pain in my ass!”
“Then stop!No one is asking you to be some knight in shining armor.”
“I am no one’s knight in shining armor.Trust me.”
“Then what do you want?”
He takes a steady breath through his nose.“I’ve made myself very clear.”
He’s barely containing his anger.I like it.But I want him to see what happens when pushed to the point of no return.
I purse my lips, daring him to do his worst.
“Tell me what you want, then.’Cause what I see is a man who is so used to getting what he wants, throwing a tantrum.I?—”
He takes the box off me, tosses it aside, and then grips me by the throat, putting an end to further discussion.He walks me backward, slamming my back to the wall.The impact knocks the breath out of me.He squeezes tighter, eyes on fire.
I grin because I’ve won.
“I want you, and I know you feel the same.Need proof?”
He releases his grip on my throat and slides his palm down my chest.My nipples instantly grow hard.
He smirks as my traitorous body just betrayed me.But in case there was any confusion, Kit continues his exploration.
I am perfectly still.
His touch is gentle, but thick with arrogance and confidence, for he knows what he’s doing to me.However, his attention never wavers from me, ensuring his touch isn’t pushing any boundaries.
I’m afraid.
But my curiosity and excitement override it.
He reads my body and continues his exploration.
He raises the edge of my tank top and traces his fingers lightly across the warm skin of my stomach.I can’t contain my whimper.
He unsnaps the button on my denim shorts.“Is this okay?”
I nod.
With no rush to his touch, he slips his fingers into my shorts.I hiss when he rubs over the front of my underwear gently.He can feel how wet I am.I want more, but I’m too shy to ask.
He rubs his thumb along the waistband of my underwear before slowly sliding his fingers inside.The moment we’re skin on skin, I moan.I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
“Told you,” he whispers, leaning down and biting my earlobe.
