head to one side. I swallowed. He scanned the hall in both directions. I followed his line of sight. Kids talked with their friends. Others disappeared down another hallway.
“You have a problem?” I asked, looking up into his copper eyes.
Without a word, he tugged me into the janitor’s closet, shutting the door. It closed with a resounding thud. I flinched. My brain screamed to run. My body didn’t agree. I stood frozen. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Then he switched on the light.
Holy hell. I was alone in a closet with this god-like guy. A quick glimpse of the small space showed shelves of gallons of cleaning liquids and paper towels. Great! There wasn’t anything of value to use to protect myself. Suddenly, my throat closed, and I struggled to swallow.
He backed me into one of the shelves, positioning his hands on either side of my head. He studied me with an intense glare, as if he were trying to pluck the life out of my soul.
My breathing became shallow. Don’t panic. I silently laughed. I was in a closet being held captive by a guy I’d held at gunpoint. To make matters worse, I wanted to reach up and lock lips with him. How freaky is that? I should be worried about what he was going to do to me, especially after I sucker-punched him too.
“Nice shiner,” I managed to squeak out. I’d meant to tell him that the first day of school when he walked out of the principal’s office. At the time, though, it hadn’t been this black.
He blinked, then a muscle ticked in his jaw. Oh yeah. I hit a nerve .
My heart pounded in my ears. My tongue became sandpaper rough. I tried to get saliva to wet my mouth. A combination of fear and excitement had my knees weak. I locked them just in case my body decided to betray me. What was I saying? It was already betraying me as tingles spread way below my belly, and down through my legs.
“What do…you…want, Kade?” I asked in the same strange raspy voice as I had that first night in the parking lot.
At the sound of his name he flinched. “An apology to start.” His right hand came down, and he trailed a finger along my jaw, as his gaze dropped to my lips. He stared at them as if he were trying to decide whether to kiss me or not.
He wouldn’t dare.
Then he lowered his head, so our lips were a hairsbreadth apart.
I couldn’t concentrate. All I wanted him to do was touch me. I wanted those lips on me. I wanted his arms around me. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist while I buried my hands in his hair, and to learn every muscle, dip, and valley on his body.
Yeah, right—like he would let you do that. You pulled a gun on the guy and gave him a shiner. Think about it. He’s messing with you right now.
“Back away.” I raised my hand and placed it on his rigid, toned stomach and pushed. He wasn’t going to kiss an apology out of me.
He didn’t move. “Not until I—”
“Either move or I’ll make you.” What was up with the stare? Was that how he scared women? If I yell, would anyone hear me?
“You think so,” he whispered practically against my lips. His breath smelled of minty toothpaste.
“You want to go another round like the other night?” I asked. My lips were tingling, and he wasn’t even touching them.
His hand snaked around my neck, cupping the back of my head. “Where’s your gun?”
“Do you value your manly parts?”
His eyes grew wide. “You wouldn’t.”
“You want to test me? I mean, that shiner is looking pretty good. I could have your balls match it in color.”
He laughed; I struck. My knee hit him square in the balls and he dropped to his knees. Pain etched his face along with a freaking grin that spread from ear to ear. The jerk was actually smiling.
“Who the…heck…are you?” His voice was strained.
“I’m your worst nightmare and your best wet dream all wrapped into one.” Oh, God. Why did I say that last part?
His grin grew wider.
I rolled my eyes. What guy laughs when his crotch is in severe
“You have a problem?” I asked, looking up into his copper eyes.
Without a word, he tugged me into the janitor’s closet, shutting the door. It closed with a resounding thud. I flinched. My brain screamed to run. My body didn’t agree. I stood frozen. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Then he switched on the light.
Holy hell. I was alone in a closet with this god-like guy. A quick glimpse of the small space showed shelves of gallons of cleaning liquids and paper towels. Great! There wasn’t anything of value to use to protect myself. Suddenly, my throat closed, and I struggled to swallow.
He backed me into one of the shelves, positioning his hands on either side of my head. He studied me with an intense glare, as if he were trying to pluck the life out of my soul.
My breathing became shallow. Don’t panic. I silently laughed. I was in a closet being held captive by a guy I’d held at gunpoint. To make matters worse, I wanted to reach up and lock lips with him. How freaky is that? I should be worried about what he was going to do to me, especially after I sucker-punched him too.
“Nice shiner,” I managed to squeak out. I’d meant to tell him that the first day of school when he walked out of the principal’s office. At the time, though, it hadn’t been this black.
He blinked, then a muscle ticked in his jaw. Oh yeah. I hit a nerve .
My heart pounded in my ears. My tongue became sandpaper rough. I tried to get saliva to wet my mouth. A combination of fear and excitement had my knees weak. I locked them just in case my body decided to betray me. What was I saying? It was already betraying me as tingles spread way below my belly, and down through my legs.
“What do…you…want, Kade?” I asked in the same strange raspy voice as I had that first night in the parking lot.
At the sound of his name he flinched. “An apology to start.” His right hand came down, and he trailed a finger along my jaw, as his gaze dropped to my lips. He stared at them as if he were trying to decide whether to kiss me or not.
He wouldn’t dare.
Then he lowered his head, so our lips were a hairsbreadth apart.
I couldn’t concentrate. All I wanted him to do was touch me. I wanted those lips on me. I wanted his arms around me. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist while I buried my hands in his hair, and to learn every muscle, dip, and valley on his body.
Yeah, right—like he would let you do that. You pulled a gun on the guy and gave him a shiner. Think about it. He’s messing with you right now.
“Back away.” I raised my hand and placed it on his rigid, toned stomach and pushed. He wasn’t going to kiss an apology out of me.
He didn’t move. “Not until I—”
“Either move or I’ll make you.” What was up with the stare? Was that how he scared women? If I yell, would anyone hear me?
“You think so,” he whispered practically against my lips. His breath smelled of minty toothpaste.
“You want to go another round like the other night?” I asked. My lips were tingling, and he wasn’t even touching them.
His hand snaked around my neck, cupping the back of my head. “Where’s your gun?”
“Do you value your manly parts?”
His eyes grew wide. “You wouldn’t.”
“You want to test me? I mean, that shiner is looking pretty good. I could have your balls match it in color.”
He laughed; I struck. My knee hit him square in the balls and he dropped to his knees. Pain etched his face along with a freaking grin that spread from ear to ear. The jerk was actually smiling.
“Who the…heck…are you?” His voice was strained.
“I’m your worst nightmare and your best wet dream all wrapped into one.” Oh, God. Why did I say that last part?
His grin grew wider.
I rolled my eyes. What guy laughs when his crotch is in severe
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