sound. Hell. How dare she ignore me…for a…a dog? She is fucking with my head, all right.
"Three." I lower my chin.
"Guess he knows his numbers, huh?" she sing-songs to the puppy.
My pulse begins to race.
"Two." I move in closer.
"I am soo scared," she simpers
Adrenaline spikes my blood. My pulse thuds at my temples, behind my eyelids, even in my fucking balls. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you," I lower my voice to a hush. She pales, a visible shudder running up her spine. Good.
"One." I apply just enough pressure so she turns to me.
"What are you doin—?" Her gaze widens.
I yank her toward me, puppy and all, lower my lips to her taunting mouth.
9
"I could give up chocolate, but I am not a quitter."
-From Amelie's diary
Amelie
Warmth, heat, the hardness of his chest digging into my breasts... But his lips…his lips… They’re soft and coaxing…and completely not what I expected. Not after how he’d grasped my shoulder… Certainly not, after how he’d kissed me that first time…all demanding and dominating… Oh, he’s still ruthless, hellbent on taking from me… But with his mouth, he seduces me. He nibbles on my lower lip and I part them. He swipes his tongue across the seam of my mouth, and a moan trembles up my throat. He releases my shoulder, only to cup my cheek. His warm breath mixes with mine and I draw of his in greedy gulps. I want to bottle that essence of his, roll around in it, absorb in it, bathe in it, let it tease my core, slink up my channel… Argh! Everything in me wants him to lick me down there with as much finesse as he’s demonstrating with his very able mouth. "Wes," I hear myself plead with him… Did I say that aloud or was I simply thinking it in my mind? He tilts his head, easing his tongue over mine. A ripple of pleasure darts up my spine. All thoughts drain from my head. I move in closer, strain against his chest. Bring my arms around his—a whine cuts through the air.
I pull away, but he holds me in place. "Ignore him."
"But…"
"The pooch will survive."
"He’s getting restless," I insist. "Did you take him out earlier?""
"Open the door and let him out."
"No." I stare at him. "Out here?"
"It's a gated property," he replies.
I turn down my lips and he glares at me. A frisson of something—nervousness, fear, something I can’t quite identify—quivers in my stomach. I lick my lips and his gaze drops there. Those colorless eyes seem to turn into mirrors—cold, hard. He could cut me, and hurt me, rip me apart, and I’d enjoy it all. I gulp, the sound audible. He jerks his chin up, then draws in a breath. "Fuck," he growls, "you owe me."
"What—?
He reaches across me and I shudder, then almost cry out when he straightens. He cuddles the puppy against his chest, "Stay," he growls.
Is he talking to me? Before I can respond, he’s shoved open the door, and stalked toward the house. What the hell is he up to?
He pushes open the door, squats down to lower the puppy to the floor, then pats him. Even now, when he’s angry with me, he can’t resist making sure the puppy is comfortable, huh? The man may disagree, but it’s clear to me that he has a soft spot for the pet… Which, surely, shows that he isn’t all that alphaholish as he makes himself out to be, huh?
He rises to his feet.
Which doesn’t mean I am going to stay out here and wait for him to come back. And what? Finish what he started? The way he’d kissed me earlier… Softly, gently, revealing that part of him I’d sensed under those layers of brutishness… If he did it again, I know I’d give in to him… And hell, if I am going to let that happen. At the very least, I am not going to give in to him that easily.
He turns.
I shove open my car door and race out.
"Hey," his voice follows me.
I pick up speed.
"Stop. Where are you going?"
Good question. If I’d wanted to get away, all I'd have had to do was turn the keys, start the car, and drive away; I'd have had to wait while the gates opened, but I'd have managed to leave. Which I hadn't.
And it's not like I can leave the property, considering I have no way of opening the gates now.
So, what is this? A dash for freedom, to show