“Yeah, because your aura was about to give us away. I am in enough trouble because of you!” I tell him, and his smile only gets bigger. This man is absurd!
Zayn’s eyes dance with a teasing glint, his smirk deepening at my attempt to explain the kiss. “Ah, so it was a strategic move to avoid detection, was it?”
I swallow at his words because he leans closer. I nod, not trusting my voice.
“And now?” he asks, his lips brushing mine as he speaks.
“You’re gonna get us in trouble,” I whisper.
“But you’re not pulling away,” he smirks. I open my mouth to tell him it’s the sire bond when he grips the back of my neck, dragging me closer until I am pressed up against him. His breath sweeps over my lips, and a strangled gasp leaves me.
“Tell me not to, and I won’t. Tell me to stop,” he whispers, yet my entire body tingles at his words, my heart fluttering in my chest. Because I don’t want him to stop, and I know I should. I can’t bring myself to say the words.
His eyes flicker to his beast momentarily, and a wicked grin splits his face. “I didn’t think so.”
Zayn’s lips crash onto mine once again, igniting a sense of urgency and fiery passion that sends my senses into overdrive. His kiss is a perfect balance of control and longing, his mouth exploring mine with such intensity that I am left breathless and yearning for more.
His hands roam over my back, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel the solid strength of his body. The kiss deepens, and I lose myself in the sensation, in the taste of him, in the way he makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world.
As he finally pulls back, leaving us both gasping for air, he gives me a smoldering look that promises more. “Now, that’s the kind of trouble I could get used to,” Zayn says huskily, his eyes alight with a mix of desire and affection.
At this moment, under the spell of his kiss and his mesmerizing gaze, I agree.
Being in trouble with Zayn feels dangerously right.
As we pull apart, my cheeks flush with desire and excitement, I reach up to touch my swollen lips. It’s not the first time we’ve been caught in a moment of passion, each time feels more electric than the last.
“We really can’t do this here,” I remind him, my voice shaky from the intensity of the kiss.
“But you didn’t say we couldn’t,” he chuckles, and my face flames at his words because he is right. I should be shoving him away, telling him off, anything apart from kissing him. His fingers trace along my jaw.
Despite the warning siren sounding in the back of my mind, I find myself inexplicably drawn to Zayn, his rough exterior and fierceness impossible to resist.
“I just…” I say, searching for the words to fix everything, to end whatever this is because it’s wrong. “You know we can’t keep doing this,” I whisper, feeling my resolve weaken in his presence.
“You keep pushing me away despite not wanting me gone,” he sighs, his eyes searching mine. “I can’t stay away from you.” He presses his forehead against mine.
“Come on, let me feed you at least before you kick me to the curb,” he chuckles, grabbing my hand.
Zayn leads me off campus, and despite no one being around, my paranoia of being caught by someone is strong. Unlocking his car, he opens my door, motioning for me to get in. I slip into the seat, and Zayn goes around to the driver’s side, climbing in before starting the car.
“So, are you going to tell me what your father said?” he asks, reversing out of the parking space and turning onto the road.
“Nope, because you’ve started enough issues already, I will pass on extra,” I tell him, and he growls, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. He doesn’t say anything else, driving us through the city. After driving for a few more minutes, I glance at him nervously.
“Where are we going?” I ask him.
“My place, since you don’t want to be seen in public with me.” My heartbeat quickens as he pulls onto the highway.
“Why do you look nervous hearing that?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I’m not, I just probably shouldn’t be alone around you.”
“Well, we can go to a restaurant if you prefer,” he laughs, and I raise a brow at him. “Chill, I’m just playing. Not my fault you don’t trust yourself around me.”
I glare at him. “That is not why! I…”
“Keep telling yourself that, you’re not scared of me, or you wouldn’t have gotten in my car. You certainly wouldn’t have kissed me.”
