Page 66 of Merciless

“Go ahead,” he says with a sigh. “Get her.”

He’s already done with my obsession.

I don’t need his permission to do anything. I wasn’t even looking at him like that. The asshole took it as something else.

I drop to my feet and cast a glare at Elijah before walking to Eden’s car. I crunch the candy between my teeth and lunge for the door right as Eden tries to lock it. I yank it open and grab her by the arm.

“I’m not going with you!” She jerks away from me.

I roll my eyes and drag her out. “Your car won’t start. How do you plan on getting there?”

“You did something to it.”

I shrug. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Don’t play stupid, Asher.”

I shudder and close my eyes. Blood rushes between my legs, and I take a calming breath to force the erection away. It won’t work, but it’s worth a try.

“What did you do to my car?”

I open my eyes and grin. “Why does it matter, little ghost? You don’t use it.”

“That’s beside the point!”

“Yeah?” My smile stretches wider and toes the line of madness. I feel like I’ve gone mad because of her.

She rolls her eyes and yanks her arm out of my grip. “It’s not like I was going to walk to our parents’ house. Undo whatever you did to it.”

“Sure.” I snicker and crowd her space.

Eden sucks in a breath and backs up a step, then another, until she has nowhere else to go and is boxed in by me and her car.

I rest my palms on the roof and bend down until my lips brush against hers.

“Why don’t you say please and see how far that will get you?” My voice comes out deeper, huskier.

She glares at me and fists her hands by her sides. It’s the most adorable reaction she’s given. Maybe I like her fire more than anything else. But not more than the look of pure lust and having those fingers burrowed into my hair.

“Please,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Repeat that.”

“Please.”

“One more time.”

“Goddamn you. Please, Asher!” She shoves my chest.

I groan, and my eyes roll back for the second time when she says my name like that. I drop my forehead to her shoulder and breathe in her vanilla, flower, and baby-powder scent.

So. Fucking. Addicting.

“Well?” Her question filters through the lust clouding my mind. I lift my head and smirk.

“No.” I back away. “You’re coming with us.”

I open the back door and grab her bag, then roll it behind me to the Camaro. Eden huffs and follows behind, her footsteps harsher than normal.