Hearts the Last Beat (Angel Fire #6) - Ellie Masters Page 0,6
want, and we’re consenting adults. Why can’t we…”
“Be careful.” He prowls toward me.
“Why?”
“Because you’re barely legal, and you have no idea what I want.”
“No idea about what? What kind of lover you are? That is what we’re talking about, isn’t it?” I cross my arms and smirk when it draws his eyes to my cleavage.
“We’re not talking about making love. I don’t make love. I’m not your lover. Get that foolish thought out of your head. I fuck.” I gulp as he closes the distance. “I take what I want, when I want, how I want, and then I leave. If you’re looking for love and fairy tales, you’re barking up the wrong damn tree. There’s nothing gentle about me. Nothing soft. Nothing more than gratuitous release. If you’re looking for a lover, a boyfriend, move on. That’s not what I am.” He uses his words like weapons. As if that’s going to steer me away from what I want.
“At least you admit you want me.”
“I admit nothing.”
“And what if that’s what I want?” Do I want the fairy tale? Yes. But when it comes to Spike, I’ll take whatever I can get. “What if all I want is a rough fuck from you every now and then? Did you ever think about that?”
He stills. Although, I swear his entire body—vibrates. It’s like he struggles to hold himself back. Maybe it’s not smart to bait him?
“It was wrong to come down here. I should leave.” But he makes no move to return to the gondola. Instead, Spike’s stare heats up as he takes me in.
Slow, purposeful, his gaze slides from my face where it dips to my chest. There it lingers for what feels like forever. My attention locks to the heat flaring in his eyes, the way the muscles of his shoulders bunch, and the way his fingers curl and flex. He’s riveted by me—or my breasts. Either way, there’s no denying his interest.
Most men try to play it off when they check out a chick’s tits. Their eyes dip, grab an eyeful, slide away, move back for a second run, then slowly return to a girl’s face looking like guilty pigs.
I get checked out a lot, and I’m used to it, but Spike doesn’t hide his interest. His hand drifts to his groin, then jerks away like he’s been stung. The muscles of his jaw tic, but he doesn’t stop his perusal of my assets.
“The things I want to do to you are positively sinful, practically illegal.”
“Why?”
“You know why.” His heated gaze slowly lifts.
“Say it.”
“And what is it you want me to say?”
“That you can’t stop thinking about me. That you obsess over me the same way I obsess over you. That there’s a reason you’ve never let yourself be in a room alone with me. That you actively avoid me because you want me as much as you do.”
“Is that really what you want me to say?” He smirks. “Those are things love-struck boys say, and if you hadn’t noticed, I’m no boy.”
“I want you to tell me why you came down here. Were you looking for me?” My fingers curl with frustration.
“Never said I was looking for you.” The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk.
“Really?” He’s not getting away with that. “Look me in the eye and tell me that you didn’t come down here looking for me.” I stamp my foot and glare at him.
“And what would that prove?”
“You’re infuriating.”
“And you’re a child.” He gives a shake of his head and glances toward the gondola.
“I’m a legal adult. Not a child. There’s no reason we can’t fuck. Is that why?”
“Why, what?”
“Why you avoided me?”
He runs his fingers through his hair again.
“Among several others reasons; the most damning being that your father is one of my closest friends.”
I take a step back, covering the fluttering in my belly with my hand. “My dad has nothing to do with us.”
“He has everything to do with us. Especially when I’m fucking his daughter. He’s the number one reason why there can never be an us.”
My pussy clenches with that comment. I very much want Spike to fuck me. It’ll be as raw and brutal as he says it will be. That doesn’t scare me away. If anything, I crave him more. The harder, darker, more depraved, the better. I did a lot of research online. There are many things I can’t wait to try.