My Beautiful Poison (Wicked Poison #1) - T.L. Smith Page 0,46

my nightgown to the floor, and his eyes trace every part of me, watching me eagerly but not once moving. His eyes are drunk on me.

“When your hands touch me, it makes me feel alive,” I tell him.

Stepping to his side of the bed, I reach for his hand and place it on my stomach.

“Even the simplest touch.” I drop my hand, but his hand stays where it is. I watch him draw circles on my skin before his hand drops between my legs, tracing me.

“You don’t want this,” he says, but his hands don’t leave my body. “It would be a grave mistake to want more from me.” His finger enters me and slides back out. “You’re the rich girl from the right side of the tracks. I will be your worst mistake.”

“Or my favorite one yet,” I reply as his fingers grip my waist. I climb on his lap, and he grips me tighter. “Tell me, August, do you feel anything when I touch you?”

He stays silent as I watch him. I wait, not daring to breathe.

I’m eager for his words.

Hungry for them.

He never minces his words with me. It’s one of the things I like about him.

“You don’t want my words, rich girl. You want my body.”

“I want both. Now, tell me the truth… stop hiding behind them.”

He sits up fast, his chest coming into contact with mine as his hands wrap around my back, making it difficult for even a slither of air to come between us. He leans forward so our lips are almost within reach. “When you touch me, rich girl, all my pain is gone. It’s like it never existed. And you make me feel whole again.” I gasp at his words. “Is that what you want? You want me to become that person? One who tells you all those things?”

“No, I like you the way you are. But sometimes…” I lean forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips, “… it’s nice to know I’m not on this rollercoaster alone.” I kiss him with full force, passionate and strong, and he lets me. Not once does he pull back, and I try to be careful that I don’t hurt his shoulder when I touch him.

August moans into my mouth, and I push up on him until he reaches between us and positions himself right where I need him.

“Dangerous game,” he whispers as I lower myself onto him.

“All the best games are,” I murmur back.

August isn’t next to me when I wake. My bed is empty, and standing at my door is Rhianna. She holds two cups of coffee in her hands.

“You two were noisy last night. At least now I know we have that in common as well.” She laughs, stepping in and handing me a mug. I sit, taking the drink from her. “He had to leave with Noah to finalize some things. And you, missy, have to go to work. Dad called for you.”

“Shit.” I check the time and see it's way past the time I’m meant to start. I’m late. I’m never late. “Was he mad?” I ask, running around and reaching for the closest clothes I can find.

“No. He was worried.”

I’m over two hours late, that’s not like me. Ever. I slept hard. I haven’t slept in for so long, and it felt so good.

The door opens, and Rhi turns and moves out of the way and heads into the bathroom as August strolls in. I smile as I pull on my blouse and throw around a few things in my closet trying to find an appropriate pair of shoes. “I have to get to work. I’m late,” I tell him.

August folds his arms over his chest, leans back against the door, and watches me run around getting dressed. I manage to throw my hair up in a presentable bun as I slide my heels on.

“Do you have plans today? Maybe we can do lunch?” I ask August, making him scrunch his nose up.

There’s a knock on the front door. We both turn to look, but I can’t see the door from my room, though August can. He instantly straightens, his arms falling to his sides. I step past him to see Anderson standing there, his eyes landing on August then falling to me.

“Rylee.” Noah turns to me, having answered the door, as my sister steps out of the bathroom.

“Oh, hell no. You should know better than to come to my house, you fuckhead,” she screams.

“Rylee, it’s Catrina,”