I take another step forward, crowding her by the wall. “You have no idea how hot that was. I only tried to get you off me because I thought you’d regret it.”
“I don’t...” She tugs the t-shirt, the move beckoning my eyes lower. Her pebbled nipples jab against the fabric, reminding me she’s bare underneath. “I wasn’t that drunk. I only had two beers, but I hadn’t eaten all day, so it hit me quick.”
“You need to put more clothes on,” I rasp as the burning, primal need to have her resurfaces.
The pink of her cheeks spills lower, colors her neck, and... my restraint dies a sad death. I press her against the wall, one hand grazing her thigh, reveling in her soft skin.
She holds my gaze, a dare in hers as my fingers vanish under her t-shirt. Her breathing hitches and lips part, spurring me on. I trace a path up the side of her thigh, higher and higher.
She’s hot from her shower, the heat of her skin warming my fingertips as I reach the spot where the elastic of her panties should be... but isn’t.
I inhale a sharp breath, dropping both hands. The arousal in her eyes fuels the addiction corrupting my veins, but last night wasn’t supposed to happen. As much as I want a replay while she’s sober, now’s not the time.
It willneverbe the time.
This is already too complicated. Too risky. She’s a piece in this game and I’m lying, manipulating, and using her every step of the way. She doesn’t deserve that, but there’s no other way.
“Don’t let me touch you,” I say without conviction. I don’t fucking mean it. Not one word. “I don’t have nearly enough restraint when you’re around, pretty girl. Push me away.”
In the grand scheme of things that impulse forcing me closer to her is irrelevant. It’s not a good enough reason to jeopardize my father’s freedom.
This addiction isn’t worth the inevitable war that Alex’s evidence ending up in the wrong hands would start. Finding that evidence is a priority. Just like containing this clusterfuck before it’s too late.
Gettingthisclose to Hailey is not the way, but... my legs won’t budge. She doesn’t fight back, making it that much harder to retreat. Want battles inside me with a sense of higher purpose.
This is the wrong side of the fence.
If I give in, I’ll open a Pandora’s box. More danger, more threats, more lies, but caring about all the reasons why this shouldn’t be happening is almost impossible right now.
“Push me away,” I say again, my tone firmer, a clear order.
One she blatantly disobeys.
She doesn’t push me away. No, she fucking ruins me.
One hand on my face, her fingers brushing my cheekbone, the other on my neck and... her perfect lips catching mine.
I freeze while my thoughts race. This is it. The last nail to my coffin. One kiss.Barelya kiss at all, nothing in comparison to our make-out session on stage, but it tips the scales and that something beelining for hatred’s spot on the merry-go-round takes a seat.
Hailey pulls back slightly, taking in a shaky breath. She doesn’t go far. Barely an inch before I’m on her, sealing her mouth and tangling my fingers in her damp hair.
I part her lips, slipping my tongue inside, her sweetness overwhelming reality. Running on instinct, a slave to desire, I pin her to the wall with my body, and finally suck her bottom lip like I’ve imagined for weeks.
She lets out a soft moan, clinging to me harder and this kiss... thisfuckingkiss isn’t what I wanted thus far in life, buteverythingI’ll want going forth. It knocks the stage kiss out of the park. There’s no pretending here. No anger, just pure passion.
Her tongue tangles with mine, sinking deeper and fuck if a kiss with this girl doesn’t taste like everything that’s good with this fucked-up world.
We both grow hungrier, tasting, teasing, taking as much as we can while our lips work in sync until her teeth nip my bottom lip. She tugs lightly, leaning back against the wall, releasing me slowly, her eyes sparkling.
“Sorry,” she breathes, without an echo of regret. “I couldn’t wait for your move any longer.”
I shut her up with another kiss, hauling her into my arms only to drop her on the bed. My body covers hers instantly, and I resume the greedy kiss.
I’m gone.
Rational thinking be damned.
Nothing exists outside this bubble. Nothing exists outside this kiss. Hailey’s all I feel. All I want.
