His jaw twitches, and then he scoffs, shaking his head. He looks away, but I grab his stubbly chin with my wet hand, momentarily transfixed by the foam seeping from between my fingers.
I pull him to me until his lips are a hair’s breadth away from mine, and he comes willingly, crashing into me like a furious wave. “Don’t play with me, Cole. You don’t know me. Trust me, you have idea what I’m capable of if you corner me. I will bite, and it will hurt.” Turning his head, I brush my lips against his car, feelings dick twitch inside its denim confines. “Maybe that’s what you want?” I shove him away, and he stumbles back.
His eyes flicker briefly with an emotion that’s as unfamiliar and elusive to me as the organ that thuds harder behind my ribcage. He surges forward to trap me against the sink. “You want to test me, Hase? Go ahead. Provoke me. See what happens.”
When he looks at me this way, it’s too much, so I focus on his clenching jaw and the slight hitch in his breath. Every part of me, from my throbbing heart to my straining dick, aches for him. We’re toxic mess of pushing and pulling until one of us breaks. I’m not used to emotions or the onslaught of them as his intoxicating scent and venom assault me, seeking weaknesses in my shield.
“You want me to provoke you?” I ask, wetting my lips.
“If you dare,” he challenges.
Laughter climbs up my throat. Is he serious? Of course, I do. I flash him a wide smile, appreciating this side of him that takes no prisoners, that wants to see me fold.
“Oh, I dare.” Straightening up, I grab his dick through his jeans and palm the rock–hard length, making his breath catch in his
throat.
“Interesting,” I muse, caressing the wet patch. “I saw how you flinched when Allie leaned into you
earlier.”
His choppy exhales crash against my lips, but he doesn’t move away from my touch or tell me to stop.
Very fucking interesting, indeed.
I squeeze his dick, breathing a laugh as mine grows impossibly hard. You’re not flinching now. Interesting, don’t you think? Remember the other day when the roles were reversed in the bathroom. You threatened to expose me to my parents and accused me of being aroused. Funny how the tables have turned.”
His throat jumps and he lifts his chin defiantly as though it takes everything in him not to beat me to a pulp. He wants to lay into me with his fists. Make me bleed.
This is a battle of wills. Who will fold first? Who will back down?
“Let me guess. She doesn’t satisfy you. Maybe you pretend to like pussy, when all you really want is to choke on a big, fat cock?”
This time, he slaps my hand away and steps back. I revel in the victory, watching him from beneath wavy strands of my dark hair. Ragged exhales split the silence as he fists his hands rhythmically, trying so damn hard to regain his composure. There’s a softness beneath the anger, a fragility I find more enticing than his next trembling breath or the lick of his lips.
If I had my way, I’d peel him open, layer by layer, until I get my hands on what’s hiding at the core of him. What’s behind vulnerable look he throws at me.
Allie stumbles out of the bedroom, disturbing this tense moment of his walls crumbling to dust. “Phew, she never stops talking.” Her voice reminds me of nails on a chalkboard, and the urge to throttle her with my bare hands tingles at my fingertips.
Cole turns around and slams his lips to hers in a display meant entirely for me. I’m intrigued nonetheless as I watch the muscles shift in his stiff back. His fingers drift to her hip, teasing a soft moan from her lips, trailing over her skin where her tank top meets
1/2
Chapter 22
her shorts.
Amused, I push off the sink and saunter past them. He won’t fuck he. No matter how much he tries to convince me otherwise.
Before I turn the corner, I peer over my shoulder. Cole is already watching me from beneath his lashes while cradling his girlfriend’s face in his big hands and feasting on her mouth.
I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms, the muscles bulging
Show me what you’ve got, Cole.
He kisses her like she’s the air he breathes, and I must admit that he does a convincing job, but he can’t fool me. We’re both chameleons in our unique ways, hiding behind impenetrable walls and cracked masks.
Chuckling, I step away, exiting the room.
