What could I say to that? Even if I tried to deny it, he would take great delight in proving how wrong I was. All it would take was for him to drop his head just that little bit further, bringing his lips to mine, and I’d be gone—and we both knew it.
“However,” he said, tightening his grip on my jaw. “That’s not to say that I always follow logic. Because even when I saw with my own eyes that you were not feeling him, it does not mean that I liked what I saw. I still want to cut his tongue out for knowing how you taste. I still want to slice his fingers off, one by one, for daring to touch you, for knowing how soft your skin is.”
“What made you hold back?” I said, unable to resist much longer. My tongue came out and brushed against his thumb, sliding over the tip of him. He sucked in his breath sharply in response before he answered me.
“Because I knew it would be stupid. Because I knew it would send you running, when all I want to do is pull you closer.” He backed up his words by sliding his hands down my body until he was cupping my ass, pulling me firmly against him. He stepped forward at the same time, pinning my body to the wall. There was no escape, even if I wanted to.
“I want to show you I’ve changed, Rachel. I want you to trust me when I say that the club isn’t filled with the same level of violence you once knew.”
“I believe you,” I said honestly. There was no denying the change in the atmosphere and how calm everyone was these days. It was light-years away from the tension that had been clouding over the club when Crash was president.
“Good. And because I want you to trust me, I’m going to go against every instinct that tells me to rip these clothes off you and fuck you until your legs are shaking and you can barely breathe, never mind speak. And instead, I’m going to honour the contract and step away, even if it kills me to do it.”
He rested his forehead against mine for a split second before he pulled away.
My hands moved of their own accord, snatching at the front of his shirt to keep him pulled close.
“And what if I don’t want you to?” I whispered, raising onto my tiptoes, so my words brushed against his lips.
“You’re playing with fire, Rachel.”
“When have I ever done anything else?”
Chapter 28
Dante
My mind screamed at me to take what she was offering.
My cock immediately hardened at her words. The effect she had on me was as instant as it always was, and I couldn’t do anything else but imagine all the positions I could take her in, and all the ways we could make up for lost time.
I knew Rachel felt it too, as she rubbed herself against me, making my cock stiffen to an almost painful level.
She wasn’t even aware of her movements, her body moving of its own accord, responding to mine, the way it always had. I saw the hesitation in her eyes, and logic told me I should seize it, to heighten that feeling and bring us back down to earth.
But logic could go fuck itself. I wanted more of her.
Ineededmore of her.
But I knew a way we could do this without breaking any of the rules. We didn’t need to come back down to earth if we were willing to bend a few of those stipulations. And I had the perfect way of getting things kick started.
“You want to play with fire?” I challenged her, whispering my words against her lips.
“Try me,” she shot back, swallowing heavily as I moved to her neck and placed the tiniest of kisses against her frantically beating pulse.
I chuckled at her bravado, making her jump in response.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Let me put it this way: we can do this, and both go to bed happy and satisfied. You can put that mouth to good use and make this the perfect one off. Or you can continue ruining it by talking me out of it. Your choice.”
“Now who is sex obsessed?” I asked, placing another kiss on her neck and sucking the skin gently. “I had other plans in mind.”
“Oh?” she breathed, tilting her head back to give me better access.
“Tell me how many times you fucked yourself this past year thinking of me,” I dared her, whispering down her ear. Her sharp intake of breath almost had me cumming in my jeans.
Get a fucking grip of yourself, Dante!
