Surprised that she answered, I ask, “So you live around here?”
I can tell she wants to let her guard down, but she’s wary of me. I don’t blame her. She should be. She fidgets with her phone. The screen suddenly goes black, throwing us into complete darkness.
“Shit!” she says, setting the phone on the makeshift desk.
Through the closed shutter, slivers of the amber streetlight stream along the tip of her bare shoulder. She shifts in the wooden chair, trying to get more comfortable.
“You can sit on my lap.”
She scoffs. “I’d rather sit on a bed of thorns.”
“I doubt that.”
Although I can’t make out her expression, if I had to guess, she’s wearing a scowl that could turn me into stone if she had the power.
“I’ve got to go.” The chair creaks as she stands. She shuffles around for her phone. My eyes have adjusted enough to the dark to watch her shove the useless device into her back pocket.
She should be drunk or at least unsteady on her feet with the amount of tequila she drank. But she’s as sober as she was when she arrived at the party. I know because I had my eyes on her from the moment she stepped around the bonfire and came into my line of sight. The fact that she came to meet that asshole Josh pisses me the fuck off. When he brought her to the drink table, I sent Gunner over to ensure that punk didn’t spike her drink.
“So, you’d rather take the chance of getting struck by lightning than hang out in here with me until the storm passes?”
“Exactly.”
I quickly stand, blocking her escape. Her body bumps against me. The softness of her chest skims the front of my shirt.
“No, you’re not getting off that easy,” I drawl.
She takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest. Her tank moves with her movement to reveal the top of her black bikini. “What’s your deal, Edge?” She huffs out a frustrated breath. “What do you want? To give me another warning?”
I shrug and shake my head. “Honestly, I don't know. You’re a mystery that I want very much to decipher. I have several ideas about what I want to dowithyou, but giving you another warning isn’t one of them.”
I’ve realized that my warnings to her are as useless as selling sand at the beach. Her taunting me to give her another one proves that. As much as I want to gaze down at her perfect body, I force myself to remain looking at her face. She’s naturally exquisite. But even in the dim lighting of the room, it’s easy to see she has her demons. To most, I’d bet she can keep them wellhidden, guarded behind her protective wall, under lock and key. I see them, though. I’m all too familiar with them since I keep mine caged in a similar fashion.
She sighs and tries to maneuver around me. “Well, when you think of it, let me know. For now, you can get the fuck out of my way.”
“I don’t think so.” Without thinking, I grab her around the waist and pull her tight against me. The action isn’t easy since she’s expecting it. Off balance, she grips my biceps and starts to move against me. Fuck, that’s the wrong thing for her to do. “Keep moving like that, and we’re going to have a bigger problem on our hands that may have to be dealt with.”
With her so close, I can easily make out the lines of her face. She looks exasperated as though she’s heard it all before, but at least she stops fighting against me.
“Let me go.” Her voice is breathy and cautious.
Ninja’s damp chest rises and falls against mine as her hands slide down my slick arms. The only images smashing through my head are of ripping her clothes off, pulling her onto my dick, and thrusting as deep as I can into her until her screams drown out the roar of the storm. She’s got to feel my cock getting hard, but she doesn’t say anything.
“Not until you tell me something,” I taunt.
“What?” she says.
Her breaths are short, quick, and tinged with the faint scent of the tequila she drank earlier. It’s intoxicating as fuck. I have no idea what I want to ask her, if anything. I’m just not ready to let her go. Instead of asking her anything, I lean down to nuzzle her neck. She smells so fucking good, beach and rain, coconuts and raw lust. She tries to push me away, but her efforts are weak.I know she’s not trying nearly as hard as she could. Her feeble nudge gives me an incentive to push further.
“What happened to the fight in you?” I whisper against her ear. She goes completely still. Her breaths have slowed enough that I barely feel her moving against me, and I already miss it.
“What do you want, Edge?” Her words are low and barely audible above the pounding rain and thunder. The way she says my name is like it belongs to her—like she’s said it a thousand times before as her perfect mouth closes around the last sound.
I brush the tip of my thumb over the bare skin of her waist. Goosebumps rise on her cool skin. She shivers against me. Instinctually, I pull her tighter against me. Her body fits perfectly against mine.
“Are you cold?”
“Not at the moment,” she answers. Again, there’s the honesty I want.
