“Ew, no. Get the fuck away from me before I catch something.”
This makes me unhook my finger from her trousers and grab her round the waist, pulling her into my body.
“Fiz, stop!”
I’m grinning like an idiot as I watch her try to shove away from me, hands flat on my chest. “You were going to fight for me.”
“No, I wasn’t. I was going to hit him because I hate him. That had nothing to do with you.”
“I choose to believe otherwise.”
“Choose whatever you want. Doesn’t change the truth.”
She defended me. She lashed out at him. This little cracker has more fire in her than I thought. And it’s getting me hotter than a furnace.
My heart starts hammering in my chest when I look down at her full, plump lips, pulled back in a snarl as she tries to get away from me. It makes me wonder what they’d feel like on mine, on my body. I know I kissed them the night she helped Caden, but there was nothing in that. No lust or desire. But that’s all I’m feeling right now. I want to feel those lips on mine, feel how velvety they are, taste how sweet. Maybe bite into that soft bottom one and draw some blood from it, lick across the sensitive skin and collect the drops of her blood on my tongue.
The vivid image hauls me back into the room. I pull away from her, dazed and confused.
“Come on,” I say, voice thick and slightly shaky. “Let’s get you home.”
She looks at me with a bewildered look at my sudden change of temperament. I hook an arm around her shoulders and pull her into me, only so I don’t have to look at those overbearing blue eyes staring at me anymore. She comes under my arm willingly, seemingly stunned by the one-eighty I’ve just done.
We follow Bob out the building and back to the car. I’m overcome with hot need for this girl. My adamant self-control is no longer that adamant. What the hell just happened to me? I never want to kiss girls. Yuck. Too intimate, too meaningful.
Elodie opens the car door for Bob, he hops in, and I’m watching her climb into the car, and all I want to do is climb in after her and claim her. Hold her body down and own her. Bite all over her, mark her. Fuck her until she can’t walk. Feel her tremble beneath me. Hear her scream my name.
I stand a few feet back, hands on my head. The thoughts are so powerful, so close to manifesting that I’m scared to get closer to her.
She defended me. Whether she’ll admit it or not, whatever her real reasons behind it were, she stuck up for me. Didn’t even hesitate once. And that look of pure anger on her face when she lunged for Wayne… it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I run my hands down the length of my face. If I get in that car – if I catch that enticing smell of her, I’m going to lose it.
“You coming?” She pokes her head out of the door.
I swallow hard.Yes, I will be coming if I get any closer.
Come on, Fiz, get it together. What’s wrong with you?
Elodie runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back and it falls majestically over one shoulder.There’s an abrupt urge to rake my own fingers through it, fist it at the back to hold her in place while I bury my nose in it. Maybe tug it a little to elicit a delectable moan from her kissable lips.
I fear I will combust soon.
It’s the abstinence. That’s all it is. We only have a couple days left. God, yes, that’s obviously what this is.
I let out a slightly crazed chuckle as I walk to the car, finding resolve in the realisation. That’s all this is. I’m so backed up I’m delirious from sexual frustration.
I get in the car, start the engine, and drive off. It’s nothing to do with Elodie. At all. My libido is just amplified now. To a magnitude I can barely control. That’s all. It’s nothing to do with her.
I drive us home, my eyes drawn to the rearview mirror far more than the road ahead of me.
CHAPTER 37
ALFIE
“Last training session before the big night, you ready for this?”
“No.”
