Page 15 of Trusting You
“I’m the same person I’ve always been,” I growled, “and I have no interest in you.”
“Sure you don’t,” he chuckled again as he spun me and wrapped his arm around my waist. He gave a gentle yank, causing my back to hit his chest before he started moving us to the music.
“What are you doing?” I tried to pull away all the while searching for where Emma and Brock went.
“Dancing,” his grip tightened, causing his erection to press right into my ass. “They’re off making out somewhere. Been two weeks ya know,” he laughed. “You’re stuck.”
“I am most certainly not stuck,” I turned in his arms and pushed back. We stood there on the dance floor glaring at each other. Bodies were moving all around us, none the wiser of the battle of wills going on. Part of me was thrilled he’d come all this way knowing I was pissed. He’d shown up here hoping I’d just give in, but he was ready for a fight if I didn’t. The other half of me was mad. How dare he think that just because he looked hot and smelled good, and did I say he was hot, that I’d just give in and say yes. I needed to stay strong, to tell him to get lost, but as I stood there staring at him I couldn’t. His hair that was usually cut short and bleached from the sun was longer and browner. His broad shoulders filled out the grey sweater he was wearing perfectly, and the dark jeans… I can’t even describe what they were doing for his butt.
I pressed my lips together, telling myself to resist. Tell him to get lost and leave me alone. Too much was happening in my life, and Aaron would never understand. I didn’t have time for him; hell, I barely had time for me. He was a player, and all he wanted from me was sex. I was never going to be what he wanted or needed. I repeated this over and over again as determination filled his eyes. The strobes overhead flashed, making him look wild as he stepped forward.
“Enough!” he growled as he grabbed my wrist and began pulling me after him. I stumbled as he dragged me off the dance floor.
“Where are we going?” I yelped. He didn’t answer, just kept moving toward the side of the bar. “Let go of me!” I stopped moving and yanked my hand free. A few people nearby looked over from where they were sitting at tables, but it was too loud for most to notice there was a commotion.
“Fine! I wanted a little privacy, but you don’t,” he stalked forward. Before I could say anything, his hands cupped my face and his lips crashed down on mine. My body sagged as he tipped my face to the side. His tongue pressed against the seal of my lips until I relented and let him in. My hands flew to his chest, fisting his sweater before giving him the hardest shove I could muster.
He stumbled back slightly before he caught himself and grinned at me. “Tell me you didn’t like that.”
“I didn’t like that,” I panted. I didn’t sound very convincing, but my body was betraying my heart at the moment. Despite the fact that I didn’t encourage his advances, it was one of the best kisses I’d had in a long time.
“You’re lying,” he laughed as he moved forward. “Let me try again.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I stepped back and this time the wall stopped me. I’d worked us into a back corner and by the look on Aaron’s face, he knew this all along.
“Why not?” he boxed me in. “Mel,” he sighed. “I fucked up, but you can’t deny what you just felt. Why won’t you give me a chance? All I’m asking for is a chance.” He leaned in closer to where our noses were almost touching. “You know we could be amazing if you’d let me, please.” His lips moved within a breath of mine. “I won’t fuck up again,” I shuddered as his breath bathed my face. “Please?” this time his lips did touch me. It was less hurried and I couldn’t help but melt against him. His hips pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall as one hand cupped the back of my head. I opened willingly, and he slipped his tongue inside, exploring me gently this time. It was more of what a first kiss should have been like all along.
He groaned when my hands slipped into his hair, gently tugging it. His chest rumbled as more of his body pressed against me. It was as if we were supposed to be this way all along, and were finally figuring it out. When he broke the kiss, I couldn’t help but sigh. “One chance,” I narrowed my eyes. “One chance is all you get. If you screw up again, I won’t give you another.”
“Deal,” he flashed a crooked grin. He held his hand out for me and as he tugged me back to the dance floor, he shouted over his shoulder, “Foster owes me a hundred dollars. Let’s go get drunk on his dime.”
“What for?” I stopped his movement. When he looked at me weird, I tried again. “Why does he owe you money?”
Aaron’s smile fell before he swallowed hard and let his shoulders sag. “So I guess this honesty thing starts now, huh?”
“That’s kinda how it works,” I cocked my head to the side.
“He bet me a hundred bucks that I couldn’t get you to forgive me tonight. If I lost, I was going to be sleeping in his car too,” he groaned.
I closed my eyes and shook my head at him. “You thought I’d be that easy huh?”
“No,” he stepped closer. “I know I’m that good,” he winked before grabbing my hand. “You mad?”
“No,” I sighed, “but you’re still sleeping in his car.”
“I was thinking on the floor in your dorm,” his brows bounced as he gave me a pleading look.
“Don’t push it,” I shook my head as he pulled me the rest of the way through the crowd and up to the bar. Aaron ordered our drinks and started a tab under Brock’s name before leading me over to a nearby table. “How’d you know they were here?” I took my drink from him.
“Same way I knew you were here,” he waved his phone in front of me before pulling out a chair and sitting down. When I reached to pull out the chair beside him, he grabbed it and held it in place. “Sit here,” he patted his thigh, and I swallowed, hard.
“Um,” I stammered. This was getting to be a bit much. I didn’t want to move fast. In fact, I wanted to move slow, very slow, perhaps slower than anything Aaron would be ok with.
“How am I supposed to convince you to let me sleep on your floor from over there?” his eyes swung to the chair beside him.
“Guess you better figure it out,” I shrugged as I rounded the table to sit by Emma and Brock.
“Ouch!” he slapped at his chest before tipping his beer to his lips.
