“What is wrong is you fucking my sister and now wanting to fuck me.”
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble.”
In response to his threat, my core spasms with need, and I squeeze my thighs together to ease the growing ache.
What is wrong with me?I should not be getting turned on right now.
“You can’t talk to me like that,” I pant.
“Baby, I will talk to you however the fuck I want. Wanna know why?” When I don’t answer, Nico smirks smugly as if he knows something I don’t, then closes the distance between us. He grips the doorframe above my head. “Because you like it. I bet if I reached into your panties right now, I’d find you as wet as I am hard. All this verbal sparring between us is just foreplay. I’ll give you the night to think, but if you run, I’ll catch you. You changed the game, and I’m ready to play, Savannah.”
Nico bends down, picks up the bag of food at my feet, and hands it to me. With a shaky hand, I take it. Our fingers brush, sending a wave of electricity through me that makes my stomach swoop.
“Don’t forget to eat your dinner.” With a parting kiss on my cheek, Nico leaves me in the hallway, breathless and struggling to understand what the hell just happened.
He somehow turned our conversation around and completely ignored the fact that he had a relationship with my sister and is therefore off limits.
Nico and I can never be anything to each other. It doesn’t matter that we just shared the best kiss ever. It was a mistake.
Right?
Then why did kissing him feel like diving into the cold dark sea and finding a soft warm place to land?
twenty-three
Nico
“Savannah,”Ishoutandbang on her door with my fist, impatiently waiting for her to open up.
It has been the longest night of my life. I tossed and turned, going over every word of our fight until my head was about to explode. Then I ran ten miles on the treadmill, hoping for some more clarity. Boiled down, all my thoughts lead to the same conclusion.
I want Savannah Winters.
The first time I saw her, I felt it. A spark of something lit up inside me when her amber eyes found mine. Even through a tinted window, I could see the heat flickering in them. That look somehow struck a match, and every run-in with her since then has fed the flame of desire.
Then I put my lips on hers.
Kissing Savannah was like throwing a match on a pile of kerosene-soaked kindling. We burned hotter than a fucking inferno.
Fuck me, that kiss was amazing. Life changing. It was like being burned to a crisp and rising anew from the ashes, like a phoenix. I’m not the same man I was before.
Kissing Savannah has altered my DNA.
There is no way I can walk away from her. Not when every fiber, every cell, every molecule in my body won’t let me.
She owns me, and she doesn’t even know it yet.
Her body knows it, but her brain is fighting it. I felt it in the way she dug her nails into my skin and pulled me closer. The way she hummed as I licked her mouth and sucked her tongue. The way she pressed her stomach into my hard cock. Her not denying how wet she was is proof.
That kiss said everything she’s too afraid to say out loud.
Me? I’m not afraid to go after what I want.
In the past, I would have played games and used sex as a weapon to get what I wanted. But not this time. Sex isn’t the only thing I want with my vicious little kitten. I want her heart, her soul. I want all of her.
Every fucking atom that makes Savannah Savannah, I want to own.
You know you want to fuck her,the devil on my shoulder taunts.
