Hearts the Last Beat (Angel Fire #6) - Ellie Masters Page 0,5
the side.
“I can.”
“Then say it.” He stares at me, demanding an answer.
This is usually when I back down. Intimidated doesn’t begin to describe how he makes me feel, but I’m also very aware that this is the first time, the only time, that we’ve ever been alone. If I don’t tell him now—if I don’t tell him what I want, then when will I?
“Fine.” I ball my hands into fists. “It’s me.”
“What’s you?” His eyes pinch. The bastard is having fun with me.
“I made you…”
“Made me what?”
It takes a moment. I swallow twice before pressing my lips together. Then I squeeze my fists and look him square in the eye. “I make you hard, and you came down here to finally…”
“Finally, what?”
“To take me.”
“You sure about that? Is that what you want? For me to take you?”
The bastard intentionally pushes me, like this is some game to him. What he doesn’t understand is that I’m not backing down. This may be the only chance I have.
“Pretty damn sure.”
“And why is that?”
“Because, you want to fuck me.” The words are soft, so soft I’m not even sure if I said them.
Spike’s entire body twitches.
His eyes pinch, and an agonized expression ghosts across his face. He takes another step, practically running away from me. He runs his fingers down his face and ends by cupping his jaw. The piercing in his lower lip glints in the light.
I love the edginess of his metal and wonder what it means to him. Spike doesn’t have just the one piercing on his lower lip. There are multiple pieces of metal decorating his face. Three metal rings on his lips. A row of studs and tiny rings embedded in the corner of each brow. There are metal studs along his temple and his ears are filled with studs and rings, which flash every time he moves.
I want to ask him what they all mean, but it feels like too intimate of a question. Why would he pierce his face? Is it an act of rebellion? Something he did when he was a teen? Or is there more to it than that? And let’s face it, I want to know if there’s anything else he’s got pierced. My internet research was varied and thorough.
“What makes you think I want to fuck you?” He’s so damn casual talking about sex that it’s sexy as shit.
“Other than your raging hard-on?”
Spike arches a brow. He can’t be serious. In for a penny, in for a pound, there’s no backing down now.
“Yeah, other than my raging hard-on, why do you think I want to fuck you? You’re just a kid.”
“Because that’s what I want. You want me, and I want you. You want to see where this thing between us can go.”
“There is no us.”
“And why not?” Indignation fills my voice as I prop my fists on my hips.
“Why not, what?”
“Why isn’t there an us?”
“Because.”
“Because, why?”
“Do I need to state all the reasons it’s a bad idea?”
“Tell me one reason we can’t be together, and don’t you dare tell me you don’t feel what I feel.”
“I have no idea what you feel, so I’m pretty confident I don’t.” Harsher than it should be, his words cut deep.
“Bullshit.” I roll my eyes and give a shake of my head. “Why did you come down here if not because you were looking for me?”
“Maybe I wanted to walk on the beach?”
“You never come down here.”
“That’s not true.”
“I’ve never seen you down here.”
“That’s because I don’t come when you’re here.”
“And why is that?”
“Because it’s dangerous.”
“Why?” Pleased with myself, I rock back on my heels.
“Because you’re dangerous.” A haunted expression fills his face. He spins around, giving me his back again. “Because fucking you is a really bad idea.”
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The sudden heat that flashes in Spike’s gaze makes me take a step back.
Holy hellfire, that’s hot.
“I’m not dangerous. You’re dangerous.” My voice drops to a whisper as it hits me. We’re talking about us; about this crazy, insane, and ridiculous attraction. More importantly, he admits he feels it too.
It’s not just me.
That makes me want to jump and shout it to the world. Spike wants me. I didn’t dream that up.
Spike scrubs at his face again. “That’s damn straight, and you’ll do well to remember it.”
“What, that you’re dangerous?”
“You have no idea what I want to do to you.”
“Well, I have a pretty good idea you want to fuck me.” I play with my hair, twirling my long, spiral curls on my finger. “It’s what I