Never Gonna Happen - Cynthia Eden Page 0,53
from hers. She frowned at his hard profile as he stared at her brother. “And what you need to understand…” Her hand rose. She jabbed him in the shoulder.
His head turned toward her.
“I will risk myself if it means protecting Antony. He’s my brother. I love him. And I’ll risk my life in order to protect you, too. I would do it because—” Alyssa broke off.
Just in time.
Or, no, maybe it had been too late. Maybe Sebastian had caught her slip. He was watching her now with what felt like the predatory gaze of a snake that was about to strike, super fast.
“Antony,” Sebastian snapped, only he didn’t glance at her brother again. “Get the hell out before I throw you out.”
“Hey!” Antony’s voice rose. “I don’t like the way you’re—”
“You want her to risk herself for me? Or you want me to fix this shit?”
A pause. “Fix this shit.” Antony’s steps shuffled for the door. “Fix it and let’s go back to normal.”
The door shut behind him.
When that door shut, her shoulders stiffened even more. “You’re looming over me.”
“Damn straight, I am.” His gaze searched hers. “Why aren’t you shaking in your sneakers? We both know I scare the hell out of you.”
“No.”
He blinked. Waited.
She pressed her lips together.
“Don’t.” A hard shake of his head. “One of the things I like best about you is when you say things and you let your real truth slip out. You don’t filter or try to bullshit me. You tell me what you think, and I love that about you.”
He’d just used the word love, but it didn’t mean anything. “I have an issue with oversharing. Antony’s always telling me that I shouldn’t say everything I think. That I need to filter more.”
“You don’t say everything. You say the important things.”
“I blurt—”
“I like it. Don’t stop. Screw what Antony says.”
She could feel the warmth from his body. She could feel him. He surrounded her. And if he wanted to know what she was thinking? Fine. “You’re trying to intimidate me.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because…” She’d still been poking him with her finger. She let her hand fall. “You’re trapping me here. Hands on both sides of me. Body between my legs.”
“I want to fuck you, not intimidate you.”
Her jaw dropped.
“But since your brother is on the other side of the door and a doctor will probably be walking in any moment, that’s not going to happen right now.”
He wanted to have sex with her? “I thought you were mad at me. You look mad.”
“Oh, yes, I’m pissed as all hell.” His mouth brushed over hers. A slow, drugging kiss that she hadn’t expected. “But I also want you. I had you once, and I’ll want you over and over again.” Another kiss. One that tasted and tempted.
She had seen the fury in his eyes, but he kissed her with tender care, and the whole situation and his behavior made zero sense to her.
This time, both of her hands flew up and clamped around his shoulders. “I don’t understand you.”
Another kiss. Slow and sensual. His tongue slid into her mouth. Caressed hers. Had her moaning and tightening her hands around his shoulders.
“Alyssa!” Antony’s voice. His hand pounded on the door. “You okay? It sounds like you’re in pain!”
Sebastian lifted his head. Their eyes met.
“She’d better not be in pain, Sebastian!” Antony blasted.
“She’s not,” he called back. “Don’t even think of coming in here.”
“You are such a bossy bastard,” Antony groused. A loud grouse.
“You are bossy,” Alyssa told him.
“I’m also a bastard. Don’t forget that. I will do anything necessary to get what I want in this world. I waited for you, I gave you time, but you chose me, and that means all bets are off.”
“I didn’t realize we were betting on anything. Are we playing some kind of game?”
A slow shake of his head. “Hell, no. And that’s why you will not…ever…risk yourself again.”
She wasn’t going to make that promise. “Life’s about risk. If you aren’t taking some risks, then I think you’re missing out.”
“You were bleeding.” His voice was different. Almost guttural. “Your blood was on me.”
“It was only a scratch,” she whispered.
“What if it hadn’t been? What if you’d been hit in the heart because you were trying to save Antony?”
“We are playing a game. The ‘What If’ game. I don’t like that. I’d prefer not to play it.”
“So the hell would I. But the problem is that I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about what I would do if