Follow Me Darkly (Follow Me #1) - Helen Hardt Page 0,23
part between my ears—is decidedly not interested.
“What will it take to get you back into my bed, then? I told you we could date.”
“Tell me why it can’t lead anywhere.”
He shrugs once more. “I can’t give you a reason.”
“You mean you won’t.”
“Stickler for semantics, are you?”
I nod.
“Then you’re correct. I won’t.”
I’ve trapped myself now. I’m curious, but if he continues to refuse to give me his reason, I have to tell him no.
Huge problem with that: I don’t want to tell him no. Or at least I don’t want to tell his dick no. Not until he apologizes for being such a douche that first night.
My body is already throbbing in anticipation of being in Braden’s bed again, under him, his beautiful body tantalizing mine and bringing me to the ultimate finish.
I can’t say yes, though. I just can’t. It’s…wrong.
Even though it feels so right.
What to say, then?
“I… I’ll…think about it.”
He crushes me to his body, his erection apparent. He presses it into my belly. “This isn’t a game, Skye.”
“I never said it was.”
“There’s nothing to think about.”
“There’s a lot to think about. I’m not someone’s toy, Braden. I have some self-respect, you know.”
“Of course you do. Do you honestly think I’d want to bed a woman who has no self-respect?”
Okay. Didn’t see that one coming. Certainly not after the way he invited me to leave his bed. I actually steady myself, as if he were trying to knock me over.
“Honestly,” I say, “I don’t know what to think.”
“Think about this.” He cups both my cheeks and smashes his lips to mine.
I open without thinking, letting my tongue wander out to meet his. The kiss drugs me. Every part of my body responds, and the blood in my veins turns to boiling lava.
I care about nothing but this kiss—this kiss and how it makes me feel.
Already I’m feeling more than I did in bed with toys and porn. All I need is Braden’s touch, and I’m halfway to climax.
Am I willing to give this up when he so obviously wants me?
I can have him in bed. I can have orgasms galore.
The only price is…no future. No relationship.
I’m young. I have time. Kids? Yeah, I want kids, but I don’t need them yet. Can’t afford them yet anyway.
Self-respect?
Does going back to him after the way he unceremoniously kicked me out of bed last time negate my self-respect?
No. Not if it’s my choice. At the moment, my mind is muddled. I can’t think straight. All I want is Braden’s hands on my body, his lips exploring mine, his cock inside me again, bringing me to the precipice…
I deepen the kiss, groaning into his mouth, pushing my breasts into his chest. My nipples are so hard I almost think he can feel them poking him. I rise on my toes and rub my clit against his bulge. I surrender to his kiss, to everything about him—
He pulls away, breaking the kiss with a loud smack.
I fall back against the desk, gripping the edge to keep from stumbling.
“I want you. You do something to me, something I don’t quite understand but want to.” His blue gaze sears into mine. “Don’t think too long.”
Then he walks out the door.
Chapter Fifteen
“A no-brainer,” Tessa says on the phone as I’m waiting for my meal at the Wendy’s drive-through.
Yeah, I’m having a single with cheese and fries, when I could be eating with Braden tonight and then fucking him again.
Only to be unceremoniously kicked out when we were done, no doubt.
“Not a no-brainer.” I grab my credit card from the cashier, take the food, and set it carefully on the floor of my car. “He freaking kicked me out of his place last time.”
“You’re more upset because you weren’t the one to make the decision.”
“That’s not true.”
“That’s totally true, Skye. With Braden Black, you’re not in charge, and that irritates you.”
Except that it doesn’t.
It should irritate me. I can’t help it that I like to be in command of every situation. Almost every situation, apparently. Braden Black’s behavior doesn’t irritate me. It drives me absolutely wild.
He hasn’t left my thoughts since Tuesday night. Even though he was a douche for kicking me out of his place, he’s been on my mind twenty-four-seven. I wake up at night sweating, knowing I was dreaming about him.
“Just go for it,” Tessa continues. “Who cares how long it lasts or that it won’t lead to anything? You’ll get a couple months of hot sex.”