“Why?”
“Because I asked you to.”
“You’re being a dick.”
“You’re the one who came in here and started asking questions. You’re the one throwing a tantrum instead of saying please.” I shouldn’t have been riling him up, and I doubted it would end well. But I wanted to know what happened when I pushed those flashing red buttons I could see, the ones floating obviously in front of him.
“Please,” Danny said. It was clear he didn’t like it, and I debated telling him in future there’d be consequences for that behaviour. But I wasn’t about to throw either of us in at the deep end.
“See, was that so hard?”
“Yes.” He pouted, putting his hand out to touch the front of my chest. “Can I have my kiss now? Please?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t get a chance to move before Danny yanked the front of my shirt and slammed his mouth into mine.
CHAPTER NINE
Danny
Fuck me,I was kissing Ezra. And it wasn’t like a soft, gentle, “are we actually doing this” kiss. It was a “shove your tongue down my throat, we’re getting nasty” kind of kiss.
And it feltgood.
My whole body was tingling, and my brain had shut down. All I had left was instinct and experience. Because yeah, I’d never been super into fucking girls but I had. And I’d made out with even more, mostly kind of hoping I’d feel something, so I knew how to kiss. I was a good kisser.
And I was going to show Ezra exactly what he’d nearly missed out on by being so demanding. I mean, why did I have to say please? Why couldn’t he have just kissed me? He definitely wanted me, so why had he insisted on being such a dick about it? It was fucking rude.
I was ignoring the fact I’d kind of liked it. That it’d been fun to push his buttons and see what he did.
Maybe I’d do it again next time, just to see what happened.
Because, yeah, there was going to be a next time.
Ezra’s hand slid around the side of my neck as his mouth moved against mine, his tongue licking across the seam of my lips. His kiss had eased from taking, to something gentler. Like he was letting me know he was there and he was into it. As if that hadn’t already been obvious.
Was he worried or something?
ShouldIbe worried about something?
Because I couldn’t think of anything.
Mostly because my whole focus was on the fact that Ezra was kissing me and it felt better than any fucking kiss I’d ever had in my life. Was this what kissing was meant to feel like?
I groaned as Ezra’s tongue swiped over my bottom lip, my fingers tightening on the front of his fancy shirt as I tried to drag him closer. But instead he pulled away and raised his hands, like he’d been caught doing something illegal. But there was nobody else here.
“What the fuck?” I asked, my voice raspier than I’d intended. How had that happened? “Where are you going?”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Says who?”
“Me.”
“Why not?” I asked defiantly, putting my hands on my hips. The same way Jade always did when she was pissed at me. It always worked, so I figured it was worth giving it a try.
“I’m a fucking mess, Danny. I’m not good for you.”
