“We need to talk.”
“No,” He growls. “We don’t.” He tosses the bags into the bin and heads back toward the door, but I step in front of him, blocking his way. “Move,” he glares at me.
“Not until we talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. It’s pathetic, okay? You have a boyfriend, yet you’re hanging around desperate for my attention.”
His words hurt, and I try not to let them bother me. He’s lashing out, and I’m the one he’s taking his anger out on.
“He’s not my fucking boyfriend,” I snap back.
“Yeah? Pretty sure he and the whole school think otherwise. Doesn’t matter, though, because I don’t fucking care.”
“Your pissy mood says differently.”
“Fuck you.” He growls, stepping closer.
“What? Don’t like the truth? I grin, taunting him. I can’t fucking help it. He makes me want to wrap my hands around his neck when he acts like this.
“You know nothing, Bennett,” he says in a warning tone.
“I know you want me.” I lick my lips before smirking, my heart racing as my cock thickens.
His nostrils flare, and I see his pupils dilate.
“The only thing I want is for you to leave me the fuck alone,” he spits, stepping around me.
I grab him by the shoulder and shove him up against the wall. He grunts as my arm presses across his chest, pinning him in place.
We’re face-to-face, inches apart.
My cock is hard now, his musky scent driving me fucking wild. The tension between us is thick, almost electric, as we stare at each other with so much intensity it thrills me.
I can’t help the cocky grin that takes over my lips as I roll my hips, groaning as the pressure feels so damn good.
My eyes flick between his, as each passing second threatens to launch my mind into a tailspin.
Before I know what I’m doing, I grip his chin, holding him still, and press my lips against his.
At first, he freezes as my lips move. But after a second, I can feel his body thaw and his lips part.
We kiss like we hate one another, tongues fighting, teeth clashing.
It’s messy, chaotic, and the best fucking kiss of my life.
Fireworks go off inside me, every nerve lit up like a Christmas tree.
We kiss until I’m forced to break away to come up for air. I fucking hate the fact that my lungs need the infusion of oxygen, because all I want to do is kiss him, and fucking consume him.
I want to both kill and fuck him at the same time. This man infuriates me, yet I can’t fucking get enough of him.
“What the fuck was that?” He growls as if he's pissed.
His words tell me one thing, but the breathy tone of his voice tells me another.
“Shut up and take it, Easton. You’ve been stalking me for weeks. Don’t act like this wasn’t your end goal.”
“It's not.” He hisses, pupils blown wide, lips parted as his breaths come quicker. I can feel his length hard against my thigh. “I fucking hate you.”
