“Why?”
A shrug of broad shoulders. “I was mad at them. For kissing you, touching you.”
“You werejealous?”
“Of course not.” Color touches his cheekbones. His eyes narrow. “They got nothing on me.”
“Oh, really. So you threw a tantrum like a two-year-old instead?”
He shakes his head. Points at a package. “Open your gift.”
“Why should I? You acted like an ass.”
“I apologized.”
“And that makes it okay?”
“I’m a demon, goddammit, what did you expect from me?” He crosses over in two strides and hauls me against his chest, dark eyes gazing down at me. My breath catches. “And I want you.”
I swallow hard. “Rys…”
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he breathes and captures my lips in a crushing kiss. He tastes so good, feels even better as he pushes me until my back hits the wall, then shoves a knee between my legs. Every hard angle of his seems to fit perfectly to every soft curve of mine. He cages me with his arms, deepening the kiss, his thigh pressing right where I need him and I moan, ready to shatter into pieces.
My hands trail down his hard chest, his flat stomach, and find an even harder part of him straining in his black pants. He hisses in my mouth when I cup him through the fabric, and I can’t believe I’m doing this, that I’m the one causing this reaction in him. That he really wants me,me, the girl from the Church who’d never spoken to a boy before coming here.
“Mia…” He pushes off me, catches my hand. He’s panting, eyes dark like the night. “If you don’t stop, I’ll come right now.”
I’m breathing hard, too, the pulse between my legs painful. Rational thought returns in a rush, and I jerk away from him. Oh God, I can’t believe I’m here again, in this situation.
“I have to go.”
“Why? You want me.” His grin returns and I swear I see flames touching the spikes of his dark hair. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing on with those nuns.”
“There weren’t anynuns! Oh my God, Rys, I swear…”
“Swear what?” He slides a hand down to the front of his pants and my mouth goes dry as he cups himself. He’s so frigging sexy. It melts my mind.
“I should go,” I whisper. “If I stay, you’ll go brag about this the moment one of the others angers you.”
He lets both hands fall at his sides. His gaze turns uncertain. “I’ve hurt you. I don’t know why it matters, but it does.” He huffs a frustrated sigh. “I never gave a fuck about how other chicks felt before.”
“Fantastic. So what changed? Is this because you need my help?”
“No. It’s not that, dammit.” He turns, picks up the package from the desk. Rips it open. “I got you these. It’s what I brought you here for. Here, take them.”
I stare. Then, as if of their own volition, my hands lift and take the clothes out of the ripped package. “You want me to wear these?”
“Sure do.” His dark eyes blaze. “Why do you think I bought them?”
“But this is… underwear. Ithink.”
He nods. “Oh. Yeah. I ordered more clothes, you know, outwear, but it’s taking longer to arrive.”
“Rys.”
“What?”
“Why are you buying me clothes? And underwear?”