“I know.” He replies, giving me his hand. “Humor me, Bambi.”
I hold his gaze for a second, then reluctantly reach for his hand. His touch is strong and so much warmer than I expected.
“There you go,” he says, helping me out of the car, “was that so bad?”
It wasn’t.At all. And that’s part of the problem.
Standing to my full height, I toss my hair back, and I make it approximately one step before Echo’s arm shoots out to cage me against the car and the open passenger door.
“What are you doing?” I ask, mildly impressed with how steady my voice sounds.
“Gloating.”
I jerk my head back. “About what?”
“I told you the next time I got you alone I’d get you to admit what this was.”
I furrow my brow. “I didn’t admit anything.”
“You admitted you’re attracted to me.”
“So.” I shake my head. “Half of the world’s population is probably attracted to you. That doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means something to me.”
“Well, it shouldn’t,” I say flatly. “It’s not like I have feelings for you.”
He tilts his head, studying me, and he doesn’t even look slightly discouraged.
“You don’t have feelings for meyet.” He says, emphasizing his last word. “But you will.”
“So you can predict the future now?”
“It’s not a prediction. It’s an inevitability. The first hurdle is already out of the way and now you’ve gone and exposed your weakness.”
“What weakness?”
Echo leans in and his lips brush against the sensitive shell of my ear. His minty breath cascades down my neck, and I’m trying and failing to slow my breathing.
“Me.” He whispers. “And my cock that you can’t stop thinking about.”
The heat that flows through me is immediate and involuntary and absolutely mortifying.
I swallow hard as his mouth gently curves against my skin. He pulls back to look at me, and his eyes are dark and entirely too amused. I’m completely out of sorts, and he seems to be enjoying every second of this.
“Off you go, Bambi.” He says, dropping his arm and finally letting me free.
I push off the car door and walk towards my building on shaky legs. Every single part of me wants to look back at him. Wants to see if he’s just as affected as I am from that little interaction. But I’m sure he’s watching, and if we make eye contact again, there’s a good chance I’ll end up doing something I’ll regret.
I make it into the lobby, up the elevator, and all the way to my apartment before I let out a long, shaking breath and press my forehead against the door.
He barely touched me. Just lightly grazed my skin with his lips, and somehow it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
The heat that pooled between my legs hasn’t faded andmy heart is still rioting wildly in my chest. I run my fingers over the place he touched me and squeeze my eyes shut.
Maybe he’s right.
Maybe I do have a danger kink.
