Page 85 of Forever Relentless

“Do you want to talk about the gym?”

“Nah.”

“Who are you thinking of hitting when you used the bag tonight?”

His lip curled upward into a sexy smirk. “I can tell you what I’m thinking of hitting now.”

“Me?” My eyebrows were at my hairline. I knew they were. “You’re thinking of screwing me?” I blew out a loud breath. “Dude, you’re so far from hitting the mark that I fee—”

His mouth pressed softly against mine. He wasn’t pushing the advantage, he was just silencing me with a simple, almost chaste, press of his lips against mine.

He moved his head back slightly, his lips still touching mine. “You protest so much, and so loudly about me fucking you, Sterling, I’m beginning to think you want my cock as badly as I want to sink into that tight body.”

His tongue gently caressed my bottom lip, and I almost moaned.

“Tell me what you want, Briar.”

I looked into his dark eyes in the evening light, my pulse hammering so loudly it was all I could hear. I’d thought his eyes were brown; instead, they were dark blue, like midnight.

“I want to go home.” How I sounded as sure as I did when my body was practically vibrating with want was beyond me. “Alone.”

Noah moved forward, his mouth stealing one more kiss, still gentle, still a promise of so much more.

“Drive safe.”

He was walking away.

He was walking away.

I almost called him back.

Almost.

What stopped me? Pride? No. Survival? Yes.

If I called him back, I’d let him into my car, into my home, and into my bed.

“He’s wrong for you.”

I got into my car, locked the door, and watched him walk around the corner.

“So wrong,” I said with more fire this time. It was becoming a mantra that I needed to play every hour of every day.

Kissing Noah was wrong.

Then why did he feel so right?

“Get your slutty ho ass to bed, girl,” I chided myself as I stabbed the key into the ignition. “This is stupid.”

I was talking to myself in a parked car. This man was bad for me in multiple ways.

The engine didn’t start. I looked at the key and then the car.

“What?” I tried it again. The engine didn’t even turn over. “You died on me?” I asked the car.

It didn’t reply.

And then I saw it.