“Look here,” he sneered, amused.
“Stay away from me,” I stuttered, afraid.
And not because I was afraid of him, but because he was temptation incarnate. Especially when he smiled that way.
“You understood, the little Blaze.”
James handed me a towel while he took a step toward me. I moved my back against the cold tiles.
“Did you use Jackson’s shower gel?” he then asked, licking a corner of his mouth,
“What do you know?”
He smiled at my embarrassment. Asshole—he did it on purpose.
He knew I liked his best friend; everyone probably knew it. But what James didn’t know was that he and I were seeing each other in secret.
Someone like James would lose his mind finding out his friends had secrets.
“James, don’t—”
My timid attempt to kick him out didn’t end well, because James walked into the shower, getting his Jordans wet. I angrily grabbed the towel to cover myself while he came closer, blowing his warm breath on my wet neck.
“I need you to do something for me, Blaze,” he whispered against my jaw, now hurting from how hard I was clenching it.
“Tell me.” I gulped loudly.
“Would your dad agree to put security cameras in school?”
“What do you mean? Why should he?”
James didn’t seem like the paranoid type. What did he care who came in and out of the school?
“Is there something I don’t know, James?”
His fingers grazed my bare back but he didn’t unstick his warm lips from my cheek. It was torture. For a moment I thought I had a fever.
“You do what I tell you, and you’ll have everything you want.”
I stopped breathing.
“You don’t know what I want,” I answered weakly.
“Um, I can imagine.” He hinted at a smile, assaulting my body with a boiling-hot look that made my knees weak.
“I mean, you’ll find out everything you want to know.” He corrected himself then, when he’d already triggered dirty thoughts in my mind.
His words slid over me like drops of water. I couldn’t hear him anymore because his burning mouth was pressed on my sensitive earlobe. First he licked it with his lip, then he sucked on it passionately. I closed my eyes. James had just pushed a button. I didn’t know what it was or that I even had it, but his predatory behavior was switching on all my arousal. I gasped, defenseless against his athletic figure. Why did he have to mess with me like this?
“Go fuck yourself, Hunter.”
He wasn’t happy with my act of rebellion.
“I’ll slam your face into the wall if you talk to me like that, Blaze,” snarled James. “But maybe that might feel too good for you, Blaze.”
He repeated my name with a warm, seductive voice that was typical of someone who was perfectly aware of the effect they had on others.
James lowered his hand and quickly pulled the towel away, dropping it.
