I have a flashback to all the times she kissed me, but this time, it’s not her soft, pink lips that land on mine.
She spreads the cream on my cut and smoothly changes the subject. “Do you have any idea what you’re going to do with the phone you picked up?”
I look at her.
She’s closer than my next breath, but her thoughts are hidden from me. Is the game about to change again?
“I can find out who that attacker was. And why he was lurking around. It won’t take me long to break his phone and get all his passwords. I could be everywhere he was, see everything he’s seen.” Her eyes glitter. “I could be inside his virtual skin.”
“In exchange for what?”
She flashes me a coy look. “Nothing too hard. Just… a few minutes in your practice room.”
The words slam into my chest.
Checkmate.
J watches me, noting every flicker crossing my face. “Do you not want to?”
I want… her.
Heat boils in the pit of my stomach.
It’s carnal.
Dark.
This is Jinx in the flesh. A master manipulator. A ghost wearing a T-shirt and jeans.
I’ve never wanted to screw a ghost more in my life.
J flings her hair over her shoulder, and I notice that she’s smeared in my blood. It coats the underside of her delicate chin,the side of her torso, and her hip where I held her against me. Her fingertips are coated in my blood too.
She’s covered in it.
Covered in me.
The heat turns into a throb.
I battle visions of bending her over, pushing my jeans down and coating her in something other than blood.
She would die if I took her the way my body wants to.
I would kill her.
But that doesn’t seem to calm me down either.
Her sneakers tap silently on the ground. She picks up the bloody gauze and tosses it in the trash along with the used cotton swab.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she says earnestly, as if she means every word.
But we both know she doesn’t.
Come here, and let me give that lying mouth something better to do.
The order stops just short of reaching my lips.
“If not?—”
