“And what if you don’t like what you find?” His expression softened, not much, but it was there. “What if underneath the number one jersey there’s nothing but darkness?”
“I don’t believe that. You care, Jason, I know you do. About Hailee, about your friends…” About me. The words lodged in my throat. “You’re not just the conceited asshole you let everyone believe you are.”
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he said, his eyes pinning me to the spot. “I am. I’m not the reformed bad boy and I’m not looking to be changed by...” He swallowed the words and I felt myself flush with indignation.
“You think I want to change you?”
“All girls do.”
“Let’s get one thing clear, Jason,” I shot back, my voice low and sultry, “I’m not all girls.”
Heat flashed in his eyes as he leaned closer, taking the air with him. “I’ll break you. You know that, right? This, whatever this is, won’t end well.”
Run, the little voice in my head screamed, run far away and never look back.
But I didn’t reach for the door handle. Instead, my hand reached for him, twisting into his jersey and yanking his mouth to mine.
“You’re fucking crazy,” he murmured, meeting my lips halfway, attacking me with his mouth, with frantic licks of his tongue. Jason kissed like it was the final play and the whole game was on the line.
His hands wasted no time running down my body, palming my breasts through my sweater. “Off, now,” he commanded as if his words were gospel. Perhaps they were, given how quickly I helped him peel it over my head. His lips twisted in a wolfish grin as he appraised my body. “Ever been fucked on the hood of a car, babe?”
We were back to that.
Not Giles.
Babe.
I didn’t know which I hated more.
“Jason,” it was a breathless whisper, “you know I haven’t.”
“That’s right you haven’t because I’m the only guy to ever have this.” His hand glided down my stomach, finding the waistband of my leggings.
“God, I hate you,” the words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
His head lifted, confusion pinching his expression. “Funny, because from where I’m sitting, it looks a lot like you’d do anything to bounce on my—”
“Jason! Stop.”
“Stop?” His brow shot up. Before I could process what was happening, Jason pulled me onto his body, forcing my legs apart to straddle his thighs. “You want me to stop?” He rocked into me, his erection hitting my stomach.
“I... yes… no.” I tried to smother the moan building.
“Which is it, Giles, because you’re sending me mixed signals over here?” He continued rocking into me while his hands played lazily with my breasts.
“I can’t think when you’re...” Pleasure rippled through me. But it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
“What, babe? You need more?” Jason’s hand slid up my throat spanning my neck so that he could push me backward gently. Then he sucked the skin there.
My hands twisted harder; pulling him in, pushing him away, I was no longer sure.
“Say it,” his voice echoed around us. “Tell me you want me, want this.”
“I...” Don’t do it, don’t give him so much power over you.
“Say the words, babe.” His thumb pressed into my center, causing me to jerk above him.