“Shit, shit, shit,” he kept repeating, and I started feeling more and more lightheaded. He was already regretting it, and it had been seconds since he’d let me go.
“I’ll just be going, then,” I said bitterly and turned to leave. When I was almost at the exit, his hands grabbed me from behind and spun me around, and the butterflies in my stomach batted their wings once more.
“What?” I asked angrily, looking up into his dark eyes.
5
His face was twisted and angry, his frown scaring me. I recoiled from his touch and tried to get away, but he held on tightly.
“Why did you do that?” he snarled at me and I looked back up, surprised.
“Do what?” I asked, genuinely concerned for my own safety. He wasn’t hurting me – yet. His grip was tight and didn’t allow me to move an inch.
“Kiss me,” he groaned in my face, his frown deepening, and I felt my face go as red as a beet.
I ripped my arm out of his hand with all the force I could muster up, and since my resistance surprised him, I stumbled backwards, finally rid of his touch which burned my skin like fire.
“Sorry,” I said roughly. “I just wanted to,” I added lamely, rubbing my arm where it tingled.
“You’re selfish,” he spat out at me, reaching me in two brisk steps so our faces were only inches apart once more. But where it was sexy and hot a few minutes ago, now I felt threatened and scared. “You don’t get to do what you want, don’t you know that? What about other people? You ever think about anyone but yourself?”
Anger simmered in me and I used both my hands to shove him back. He didn’t move an inch and it only made me angrier, so I thumped my fists against his broad chest like a small child, noting the irony of what I was doing.
He grabbed both of my hands in one swift motion, holding them away from his body. His fingers were like hot iron on my wrists and I longed for his mouth to find mine again, but judging by his furious face, that wasn’t about to happen anytime soon.
“I thought you liked me,” I protested angrily and he sighed, rubbing his eyes with the hand that wasn’t holding mine.
“You’re …” he started and left the sentence hanging in the air, which only angered me further.
“I what?” I yelled at him, trying hard to rip myself out of his tight clasp.
“You’re just a kid,” he said softly, and his touch on my wrists loosened. For some reason unknown to me, I stopped struggling for a moment and just watched him, his inner turmoil apparent on his face.
“I’m 18,” I offered as a consolation price.
“You can’t even have a glass of wine with me,” he said sadly, but I thought I saw the corners of his mouth twitching lightly upwards. “And I’m your mother’s lawyer.” He was all business again now. “I promised I’d take care of you. And somehow I don’t think she’d approve of me kissing you.”
“You also felt me up a little,” I offered politely and felt a grin escape my face.
He glared at me, but there was that twitch again. Next second, he sighed and let my hands go. Immediately, I moved closer, my hands on his chest, my lips whispering in his ear.
“She doesn’t have to know,” I said softly. He didn’t move, his head bent down towards mine.
“It was just a kiss,” he complained just as quietly as I did, but I smacked his chest with my hand.
“Okay, then, you won’t mind if we never do it again?” I teased him, moving away.
He took my hand swiftly, but hesitantly, and I stopped. He tugged on my fingers and I moved back, but he was still looking at the floor intently.
“I do mind,” he confessed and a triumphant smile brightened my face. He finally looked up, looking deep into my eyes and I got lost in the depths of dark chocolate.”I’d like to do many things with your mouth, but leaving it alone did not make the list,” he added and I felt goosebumps erupt where he was touching me.
He leaned in close until our lips were almost touching
“I’ll just be going, then,” I said bitterly and turned to leave. When I was almost at the exit, his hands grabbed me from behind and spun me around, and the butterflies in my stomach batted their wings once more.
“What?” I asked angrily, looking up into his dark eyes.
5
His face was twisted and angry, his frown scaring me. I recoiled from his touch and tried to get away, but he held on tightly.
“Why did you do that?” he snarled at me and I looked back up, surprised.
“Do what?” I asked, genuinely concerned for my own safety. He wasn’t hurting me – yet. His grip was tight and didn’t allow me to move an inch.
“Kiss me,” he groaned in my face, his frown deepening, and I felt my face go as red as a beet.
I ripped my arm out of his hand with all the force I could muster up, and since my resistance surprised him, I stumbled backwards, finally rid of his touch which burned my skin like fire.
“Sorry,” I said roughly. “I just wanted to,” I added lamely, rubbing my arm where it tingled.
“You’re selfish,” he spat out at me, reaching me in two brisk steps so our faces were only inches apart once more. But where it was sexy and hot a few minutes ago, now I felt threatened and scared. “You don’t get to do what you want, don’t you know that? What about other people? You ever think about anyone but yourself?”
Anger simmered in me and I used both my hands to shove him back. He didn’t move an inch and it only made me angrier, so I thumped my fists against his broad chest like a small child, noting the irony of what I was doing.
He grabbed both of my hands in one swift motion, holding them away from his body. His fingers were like hot iron on my wrists and I longed for his mouth to find mine again, but judging by his furious face, that wasn’t about to happen anytime soon.
“I thought you liked me,” I protested angrily and he sighed, rubbing his eyes with the hand that wasn’t holding mine.
“You’re …” he started and left the sentence hanging in the air, which only angered me further.
“I what?” I yelled at him, trying hard to rip myself out of his tight clasp.
“You’re just a kid,” he said softly, and his touch on my wrists loosened. For some reason unknown to me, I stopped struggling for a moment and just watched him, his inner turmoil apparent on his face.
“I’m 18,” I offered as a consolation price.
“You can’t even have a glass of wine with me,” he said sadly, but I thought I saw the corners of his mouth twitching lightly upwards. “And I’m your mother’s lawyer.” He was all business again now. “I promised I’d take care of you. And somehow I don’t think she’d approve of me kissing you.”
“You also felt me up a little,” I offered politely and felt a grin escape my face.
He glared at me, but there was that twitch again. Next second, he sighed and let my hands go. Immediately, I moved closer, my hands on his chest, my lips whispering in his ear.
“She doesn’t have to know,” I said softly. He didn’t move, his head bent down towards mine.
“It was just a kiss,” he complained just as quietly as I did, but I smacked his chest with my hand.
“Okay, then, you won’t mind if we never do it again?” I teased him, moving away.
He took my hand swiftly, but hesitantly, and I stopped. He tugged on my fingers and I moved back, but he was still looking at the floor intently.
“I do mind,” he confessed and a triumphant smile brightened my face. He finally looked up, looking deep into my eyes and I got lost in the depths of dark chocolate.”I’d like to do many things with your mouth, but leaving it alone did not make the list,” he added and I felt goosebumps erupt where he was touching me.
He leaned in close until our lips were almost touching
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