Because strangely I think I can tame him.
Strangely I think I’m the girl to tame this wild mustang.
“Are you sure you want me to answer that?” he asks.
His challenge only makes me caress his chest gently, tenderly, and he clenches his teeth. “Yes. Tell me.”
“I’m warning you, Fae, you need to leave now.”
His muscles buzz under my fingers.
As if his cold, black heart is trying to bust free from the cage of his ribs but doesn’t know how yet.
“Why?”
He leans down over me, his chest pushing back against my hand. “Because my head is all fucked up right now. And this here is my second bottle of vodka. So I’m not exactlythinking.”
In retaliation, I push him back with my hand and close that last inch between us.
So far my backpack was acting like a wall between us but I let it go now. It slips from between our bodies and crashes on the ground with a thud.
Neither of us even spares it a glance though, no.
I’m too busy finally meeting his tall, hard body with mine and he’s too busy being shocked that our bodies are touching.
This isn’t the first time that we’ve touched like this.
Of course not.
He helps me with my routine. He lifts me, assists me in my leaps and turns. He knows what my body feels like. I know what his body feels like too, all hard and smooth.
Powerful.
Like he could push mountains away to make space for his tall self and rip the earth open with his bare hands if he wanted to.
I know all that and yet I’ve never felt his body like this.
Just because I want to. Just because Ican.
And neither has he.
For all his bad reputation and villainous intentions, he has not once tried anything with me. He helps me and that’s it.
He’s always been controlled.
Restrained.
Respectful even.
I wonder if I tell my brothers about this, about Reed’s careful nature, what their reactions would be.
“I don’t want you to think,” I say, my neck craned up.
His stomach contracts with a large breath that he exhales as he stares down at me. “You do realize you’re in the middle of nowhere, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Miles away from civilization.”
