Page 137 of Shade
Now I’m slightly confused. “Make what stop, Shade?”
He shakes his head, his eyes squeezing shut. “Mewantingyou. I don’t understand why I feel this way about you and why you won’t let me.”
Hold up. Did he say feel? Like as in feelings? Good feelings? Bad feelings? Sex feelings?
There are so many different ways to feel, yet I think it’s just sex. But then again, I don’t think it is entirely. Certainly not after the last few days together.
Before I can ask anymore, Shade slams his lips to mine, and my thoughts drift with them. They’re so warm and delicious I don’t have time to concentrate on anything but the waytheyfeel. It’s different from last night, what I remember of that kiss.
This time he’s trying to convince me he wants more than sex, or maybe he’s just thatgoodat playing this game.
Despite how good this all is, the kissing, I’m not about to lose my job over it. Willa said no sex, and while I know this isn’t sex, the boundaries are certainly being pushed.
I jerk my head to the side, breaking the kiss. “Shade. . . I. . . .”
He doesn’t stop. Instead, his kisses move to my neck, the tiniest pinch of my skin between his teeth, and he grinds his erection into my center.
Goddamn, that’s nice.
“Ask me what I want,” he breathes out, his breath catching at the word want.
“No.” I don’twantto ask because I know the answer. Sex. That’s all.
“I want you to ask me,” he demands, his body pressing into mine, holding me securely to his chest, his feet struggling against the dirt beneath them to find a secure footing.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders carefully, his breath catches, his arms straining. “What do you want, Shade?”
His forehead and eyebrows draw together tightly, his breathing uneven and shallow. “I want to fuck you. I want you to feel howbadlyI want you and how much this sucks that you don’t want the same. It’s torture having to see you every goddamn day.”
He’s right. I want him just as bad. I want him so badly I can’t physically handle the need. It shakes my entire body.
With a jerked motion, his fingers dive into my hair, tangling the windblown strands around his hands as he inhales deeply. It’s everything I’ve been waiting for since last night, but I also know when Willa said no sex, she meant it.
Our lips part and he slides one hand between our bodies to the button of my jeans. “Please?”
Needing to breathe, our mouths part, gasping, and we stare at each other.
“Jesus, Scarlet,” he murmurs, running his nose along my jaw, attempting to catch his breath. “Pleaselet me.”
His eyes scan over me, lingering on my breasts before dropping lower.
A slight smirk touches his lips, his eyes blazing with desire. “Your body reacts to my touch every time.”
Damn him.
His eyes close, and he swallows a drawn-out sound and presses down on my hips. Seeing him want me like this floods me with thoughts I can’t quite decipher, or want to.
This is what I wanted, isn’t it? For him to feel something for me, even if it was just purely sexual.
I don’t think it is. I really do want to be his friend.
When he lifts his mouth to mine, my eyes flutter closed. I fight back a shiver, wanting to melt into him. And then my mind starts to reason with me or make shit up.
Willa’s in labor which means she’ll want her job back soon. Right?
And that means having sex with him now really wouldn’t be that big of a deal, right?
No.Wrong. Scarlet. You need this to mean more to him than just getting into your pants. Today has been a perfect example of why I’m here. For him.
