The Punk and the Plaything (When Rivals Play #3) - B.B. Reid Page 0,79

kiss I’d initiated, and I glimpsed his surprise just before he lifted, sweeping his tongue between my lips, and deepening the kiss.

“Come on me,” he demanded against my lips. “Right fucking now.”

Heeding his command, my hand reluctantly left his cock, and I planted both of them on his chest as my hips picked up their pace. The eagerness in his eyes to see me come drove me closer to the edge. Soon, I was bucking and pleading and gasping as I rode his thigh to climax.

I’m not sure exactly what Jamie saw as he watched me come, but whatever it was had him pulling me down and kissing the whimpers from my lips until they faded. The only sound now was me panting as I fought to catch my breath.

“Why didn’t you put on the light?” I asked once I did. There was only the gentle rocking of the limo as it drove us home and the pounding of his heartbeat underneath my ear. “Didn’t you want to see me?”

“If I saw you, I would have fucked you, Barbette.”

And we both knew I would have let him.

Unfortunately, the car rolled to a stop, taking away our chance. Slowly, our heads turned toward the window. Seeing my parents’ house looming in the dark was a reminder of all the things that could never be. I was still throbbing and dripping sex all over his thigh when I gazed into his eyes once more. I hated his smugness and even more the adorable dimple appearing in his cheek when he smirked.

“Until next time,” he said as he tucked his still-hard dick back into his pants.

I wanted to sink to my knees and return the favor of unraveling him, but he’d been right before. If I sucked him off, we wouldn’t stop there. At least one of us had still been thinking clearly. It didn’t matter to me where I lost my virginity, but it mattered who I gave it to. My heart and body had chosen long ago, but my reality made it impossible.

Avoiding his gaze, I slowly climbed off his lap before pulling my dress back over my breasts and freeing the skirt from around my waist. “There won’t be a next time.” I still refused to look at him as I reached for the door. I was afraid he’d see the regret in my eyes or the tears that threatened to spill.

Jamie stopped me from running with a hand around my neck as he pulled me away from the door. “Easier said than done,” he whispered against my lips. “Especially when you haven’t had my cock inside you yet.”

“That will never happen, Jamie.”

“Two minutes ago you were begging for it, kitten. Allow me to respectfully disagree.”

I bristled at the confidence in his tone, remembering for the first time since he touched me that we were sworn to hate each other until the end of our days. Now that I’d come, mortification began to set in. And not just over what we’d done, but all the things I’d been willing to do in the heat of the moment. All of my inhibitions had melted away, and Jamie hadn’t needed to use more than his mouth and hands to make it happen. I’d known he was dangerous before but now… now I was fucking terrified.

“Stay away from me, Jamie.”

“Why would I do that?” he arrogantly countered.

The hard set of his jaw and the conquering look in his eyes made me even more aware of the monumental mistake I’d made. I’d opened myself up to Jamie when there was no future for us, and now …he was falling all over again. I had two choices: I could push him away now or leave Jamie exposed to more heartache.

I heard the words spilling from my lips like acid, and even though I wanted to take them back, I knew I never could. “Because even with Ever out of the picture, you weren’t enough then, and you aren’t enough now.”

I couldn’t remember scrambling from the limo or rushing up the stairs to my bedroom. I couldn’t remember removing the beautiful gown that moments ago had been in disarray. I couldn’t even remember stepping inside the shower. But what I could remember was the utter devastation on Jamie’s face—the bleakness in his eyes just before he turned away, letting me go once and for all.

The hot spray of the shower drowned the sob that escaped me, and then the tears I knew weren’t for me fell