I raised my face to his, boldly. Whatever it was between us hung thickly in the air. He had to see it. His body was responding to it.
To me.
His eyes darkened as he lowered his lips to my ear. “The way you blush,” his breath whispered against my skin, “makes me feel alive.”
My hands dropped to his waist, my fingers curling into his shirt. Warm thick hands wrapped around my throat, his breath loud and hot against my neck. With his hands on me, I could barely breathe. I wanted to climb up his body and melt over him.
As his hips pressed hard against me, a deep moan rumbled up from his chest. I felt how turned on he was, his arousal hard and thick pushing against me. It made me dizzy with want.
“Dean,” I whispered. I wanted his lips on mine, his tongue inside—
Warm lips brushed gently against mine, hesitating, trembling. Then his mouth—God, his hot, delicious mouth—was covering mine. An explosion of flames burst in my chest. I moaned into his mouth, and he sighed in relief against my lips.
Heat spiraled and swirled up the center of my body as I clutched him closer. His mouth opened, and his tongue slipped achingly slow past my lips. Our breaths mixed, hands clawing at each other.
Then, he was gone.
Icy air froze over my skin, and I jerked forward from the shock of it.
“Shit. Shit. Fuck,” his shoulders stiffened, his head bowed. “I’m sorry…I don’t know what the fuck I’m thinking—” He said, backing away. He couldn’t even look at me. His expression was pained and raw.
I clawed at his shirt trying desperately to pull him back.
“This is wrong,” he groaned quietly, pulling my hands from his shirt and stepping back further.
It wasn’t wrong. I promise you Dean; it’s the farthest thing from wrong. “But why?” I asked, childlike.
He looked at me through anguished eyes. “Don’t feel things for me, Liv. Don’t want me. It’s one thing for me to suffer thinking about you, but don’t do that to yourself.” His voice became urgent, “Being with me? The only thing I could promise you is a world of hurt. And I’m not worth it.” His gaze dropped to the floor. He couldn’t even look at me. “You deserve better than what I have to offer.”
“Yeah. Right. No problem,” I said stunned, face flushing with humiliation. My eyes prickled with tears as my skin tightened, and my scalp tingled with horror. I jumped away, widening the gap between us. “No worries. It’s all good.”
Oh, the lies we tell.
There was ahugeproblem.
A fucking huge problem.
It was too late. I was crazy about him.
So crazy, I’d have taken anything he’d offer. One night—a few hours even. How pathetic did that make me?
The thought terrified me, and I realized leaving was my only option—the only choice I had to help me forget all about Dean Fury.
