Fuck.
I am, and I didn’t even realize it.
I narrow my eyes at him. “That doesn’t matter. You can’t be here.”
“But I am.” He says, taking a step closer. “Now, tell me what happened.”
“I already told you it’s nothing.” I say, gritting my teeth. “Now go.” I move towards him and press my hands against his chest to try to push him back toward the patio door.
He doesn’t move an inch.
It’s like pushing against a wall of solid muscle. Heat radiates through his shirt, and I can feel his heart beating steady and strong beneath my palms.
I shove harder, and he just stands there, watching me with those intense amber eyes.
“Give me a name.” He says quietly, his voice dropping to something more cold and dangerous. “That’s all I need.”
“There is no name.” I say, pushing again as frustrated tears burn my eyes. “Just get out!”
“No.”
“Echo stop?—”
“Someone hurt you. Tell me who.”
I look up at him, ready to scream, ready to shove him again, and the words die in my throat.
He’s looking at me with the same intensity he did in the bookstore. Like he’s been starving for weeks and I’m the only thing that will satisfy his hunger.
I should be thinking about my past. I should be dwelling on my guilt and all my mistakes. But with Echo here, standing this close, and looking at me like that, he’s all I can focus on. And a twisted part of me is feening for a distraction.
I take in everything. From the way his lips are slightly parted, to the way his throat keeps bobbing up and down.
I need to step back. To put distance between us before things go any further. But my legs still aren’t moving.
I swallow hard and look up at him as my hands press against the hard planes of his chest and I feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating.
“Stop looking at me like that, Bambi.”
“Why?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Because you won’t like what happens next.”
I lick my lips and stare at him even harder, extending a clear challenge with my eyes.
His pupils dilate, and my pulse is racing so fast I can hear it in my ears.
This is so fucked up. This is reckless.This is?—
I don’t get to finish the thought before he’s on me.
His mouth crashes into mine and every other thoughtin my head flies out the window. All I can think about is him. His scent. His warmth. His tongue.
His lips are soft yet demanding as they move against mine with a feral intensity that is as sexy as it is terrifying. His velvety tongue slides against mine, and I moan into his mouth at the sensation.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, his tongue has no business feeling this good.
Echo hoists me up by my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us backwards towards the bed. He sits on the edge, and I settle on top of his lap, straddling him as our mouths move in tangent with each other.
