“Do I?” His voice dropped, promising sins I shouldn’t have wanted.
He closed the gap.
I lost ground.
Just as my foot fell toward the floor, he became a blur once more. He caught my leg right before my sole stepped on the remains of a broken glass, raising it up around his waist. His other hand snaked around my waist to rest on the small of my back–a part of me that seemed to fascinate him almost as much as my hair–and pulled me closer.
Slowly.
Giving me every opportunity to leave.
I should have shoved him.
I didn’t even pretend to try. Instead, I leaned into him.
“We should stop,” I whispered.
“Do you want to?”
I stuttered a breath. “No.”
“Then why should we?”
Because I was still enraged.
Because this didn’t change anything.
Because I did not want to stop and that scared me.
“There must be some rules against this,” I muttered before I could stop myself.
It should have been, this spell he’d bound me under by just being himself. His infuriating self that I couldn’t pull myself away from.
We stared at each other, daring, defiant, and much too close to making another mistake.
He leaned in, words ghosting across my lips. “You and me, we make the rules.”
“You’re the one who keeps bending them,” I whispered.
In a flash, he turned me around, still holding on tightly, so that I wouldn’t step on the shards I’d smashed in my pain.
“You’re the one who loves breaking them,” he whispered hotly in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “And my things. My calm. Me.”
If only I could have so much power over him to ripple his thoughts as he did with mine.
“You do,” he said.
Had I–had I said that out loud?
Before I could ask, his tongue darted out and circled the edge of my ear, stealing my words and my breath in one line heating up my skin.
“You walk through my mind constantly, like you own it.” He whispered fervently and tilted my face toward him. “And I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
My lips parted a breath away from his. I should have backed down. Instead, my hand snaked around his neck, holding on tighter.
“Still want to run away?” he breathed into me.
I bit my lower lip. I should have. I really, really should have. “No.”
