“Because no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about you.” He jerked the wooden frame behind me, bottles clanking and clattering. “It’s insane. It’s like everything about you is fucking with my head, making it impossible to think about anything else.”
“Is that so bad?”
“For me, it is. I’ve spent years burying my demons, and then you come and drag it all out again with a simple fucking kiss.”
My stomach turned, remembering that one kiss. The kiss that ignited the fire between us. And it seemed to grow stronger by the second, erupting into an inferno that neither of us would be able to contain.
“I’m trying so fucking hard to stay away from you and to not think about how much I want to drown in this sea of temptation that follows you. But then—” he closed his eyes as if a thought was causing him physical pain “—then I see you with him, and I see the way he looks at you like he owns you, like he’s one calculated step away from fucking you again. And—Jesus, fuck—it makes me want to drive a knife through his throat.”
“Noah—”
“I’m serious, Sienna. I’m not a good man, and I wish I could make you see that. It would be so much better for both of us if you stayed away from me because God knows, I don’t think I can stay away from you.”
I shook my head, and my heart thrummed. “I can’t stay away from you,” I confessed. “I won’t.”
“Sienna.” He glanced down at his hand, shaking as his fingers hovered an inch from my hip as if he was afraid to touch me, as if my skin would burn him. “All I think about is touching you, wondering how your skin would feel against my palm.” His hand dragged up my side, still not touching, my heart beating faster with every inch. “I can’t stop picturing you naked and writhing on silk sheets, wondering how far your back would arch while I suck your clit in my mouth.”
Jesus. Fuck.
My hips flexed, and I leaned my head back, tension tightening around my throat, making it impossible to breathe right.
“Jesus, Sienna. You have no idea how hard it is to fight this when your body is begging me to take you. It’s fucking with my head, and I don’t have the self-control to stop myself from taking what you are so willing to offer.”
“I might be young—according to you—but I’m confident enough to know what I want.” I lifted my chin in challenge. “And what I want is you.”
He brought his hand up to my shoulder, trailing along the curve of my neck—still not touching me, yet I felt it. I felt the heat, the smooth caress that made me shiver. It was torture. It was hell wanting something so badly, yet only being left with the anticipation, the fire.
“You have no idea how much I crave to have my cock linger between your legs without claiming you, watching your hips roll upward, your body wanting to be filled.”
“Noah,” I moaned, opening my eyes as he reached for his beer bottle, clutching it in his palm.
I sucked in a breath when I felt the top of the bottle trail down the deep V-neck of my dress, my skin fire against the cold glass.
“There are so many reasons why this is wrong.” With the neck of the bottle, he pushed the fabric over my breast, exposing my pebbled nipple. My fists tightened around the frame behind me, my entire body aching for his touch.
“For years I managed to avoid any and all distractions. And then you practically crashed into my life, a wrecking ball threatening to shatter everything.”
I inhaled deep, needing air in my lungs to contain the fire inside me. “You should walk away then,” I whispered.
“I’m trying to. But there’s something about you that keeps on luring me back.”
The cold tip of the bottle touched my nipple, and I gasped, writhing against the wood behind my back. My pussy throbbed, my body knotted with the need for release. I wanted to open my eyes. I wanted to look at him. But the anticipation was too much, my insides threatening to combust.
He kept drawing leisurely circles around my nipple with the beer bottle—the warmth of my skin combined with the cold was intoxicating, and I knew I was seconds away from spiraling out of control. I wanted him to touch me. Skin on skin.
God. Please fucking touch me.
“Do you have any idea what this is doing to me? Seeing you like this. Your body trembling, and nipples hard. Jesus. All the things I could do to you.” I heard it in his voice, the lust, the dark promise of sin. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. The level of pleasure I want to inflict on this body of yours.”
“Then show me,” I challenged, out of breath.
“You can’t handle it.”
“Try me.” I managed to open my eyes and look into his. Everything I felt I saw reflected in the blue hues of his irises, and there was no doubt he was feeling it too. The pull. The flames. His need to consume me as strong as my desire to be consumedbyhim. It was so fucking intense I could feel it boiling in my bones. I wasn’t sure if I was capable of handling the burn for much longer.
“Noah, touch me.” I was so fucking desperate I resorted to begging. “Please.”
“What happens then?” With the cold glass still circling my nipple, he brought his lips an inch from mine, a mere breath apart. “Do we go up in flames together?”