“Did you enjoy your trip?” He chuckles with the question, the shadows playing with the sharp curves of his face to show off that stupid smirk of his.
I smile coyly. “Not as much as I’m going to enjoy this.”
With one hand on the edge of the trunk, I swing my legs onto the ground and stand firmly on two feet and slam it shut. Before I can back down, I quickly lift my hand and smack him clean across the face. The noise is as jarring as the stinging in my palm.
I stare at the side of Cross’s face, and the tiniest hint of red spreads as he stays looking out into the forest. His jaw, as sharp as a knife, wiggles back and forth before he turns slowly and locks eyes with me.
“Was that for putting you in the trunk or for leaving you with an achy cunt last night?”
My lips part, but I don’t let the shock of his words last long. “You think I didn’t finish what you started?”
Aha.
Cross’s eye twitches, and it fills me with satisfaction. He can play tough all he wants, but I remember the way he kissed me last night. It was a hungry kiss, with passion and urgency, one that went all the way to my toes.
He wants to pretend like it never happened—that much was made painfully obvious this morning—but after stuffing me in his trunk, I’m not letting him off the hook.
“What?” my voice drips of sugar. “Jealous you didn’t get to watch?”
Cross says nothing, but I see the way he sizes me up and down.
I bat my eyelashes and curve my lips into a sweet smile. “As soon as you left the house, I crawled back into my bed and let my hand wander down my body until it landed between my legs…”
I back up against Cross’s car and rest my elbows against the top of the trunk. He watches me closely, his mouth set in a firm line, shoulders straight with his arms crossed against his chest.
“Then…” I let the word linger between us, knowing it’s driving him mad. “I slipped my panties down past my thighs…then my knees...until they were finally all the way off, leaving mebare.”
The faintest growl slips from Cross’s mouth, his chest moving up and down much faster than it should for the athleticism he yields.
Reaching up, I undo my hair from my high pony and let my locks fall gracefully past my shoulders. I shake the waves out and tip my head back to gaze at the stars. I’d undo my scarf, but then he’d see that lovely little bite mark he left behind that I’ve desperately tried to cover since last night.
“After my panties were in a pile on the floor…I spread my legs wide and let my fingers slip inside to give me the release that you were too afraid to witness."
I bite my lower lip and tip my chin down to peek at Cross. His glare appears so much more dangerous with the nightly shadows skipping across his face, but knowing that my words are affecting him fills me with delicious anticipation. In fact, I’ve nearly forgotten all about him stuffing me in his trunk like the savage that he is.
“Something wrong?” I ask teasingly. “You’re flushed, Cross.”
His head tilts in a predatory way, and Ihatethat it excites me. After what I went through with Nick, you’d think I’d be terrified to be alone with Cross, but instead, I'm eager.
Cross takes one step toward me, and my heart races. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Scarlett.”
“What game?” I toy with my scarf, seemingly uninterested.
“The one where you think you can fucking win,” he growls.
I huff lightly. “By the looks of you, I think I already have.”
Cross charges me, his glare hot with need.
The need to win? Or the need for something else? I’m not entirely sure. And he’s right. Iamplaying a dangerous game. Yet, for some reason, I can’t seem to stop. He irritates me but excites me…and that’s the real dangerous thing at play.
Before he gets too close, I spin and slip out of reach. The gravel beneath us crunches as we both stop in place, nothing but a few feet separating us. Cross chuckles deeply as he shakes his head back and forth. “You’re no match for me, Scarlett. Stop fucking around and get in the car.”
I raise an eyebrow.Mmm, I don’t think I’m done playing yet.
“You think you can stuff me in your trunk and then expect that I’ll bow down at your feet and abide by your demands?” I laugh sarcastically. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“Oh?” Cross mimics me, crossing his arms with one eyebrow raised. “And what’s your plan? Touch yourself in front of me to get me all riled up? Is that your grand plan to show mewho’sboss?” He snickers with a roll of his eyes. “Seducing your stepbrother?”
