Hearts the Last Beat (Angel Fire #6) - Ellie Masters Page 0,7
picture, babe.”
“But if he wasn’t?”
“What is it you want me to say?”
“I want you to tell me what I feel isn’t…”
“Isn’t, what?”
“That it isn’t wrong. That you feel it too. That there’s no reason there can’t be an us.”
“There are four—no, five, very big reasons there can never be an us.”
“What does that mean?”
He counts off on his fingers. “Your father. Then there’s Ash, Bent, Noodles, and let’s not forget Forest. Each of them would feed me my balls if I touched you. The five of them together would pulverize my ass for even thinking about sliding inside of you.”
Sliding inside of me?
I may orgasm from his words alone.
Yes, please. I want that.
Tingles of sensation lick through me, shooting along my nerves, arrowing down to my sex where they pulse and throb and burn.
“But you do think about touching me?” I’m not giving up. I may never have another moment alone with Spike. “You want me.”
“I do.” He admits his desire openly, but the way he says it makes it feel like it means nothing to him. “That should scare you.”
“Scare me? How many times do I have to tell you that’s exactly what I want?”
“You should fear me.”
“Why?”
“Because when I get a taste of you, I’m going to take what I want. When I’m inside of you, fucking you, you’ll come violently on my cock. You’ll love it, and it’ll ruin you forever.”
“So?”
“I don’t do relationships. I’m not boyfriend material.”
“So?”
“You deserve a man who can love you.”
“Show me. Touch me.” I spread open my arms. “Kiss me.” I take a step forward. “Fuck me. Ruin me for all others. You want me? I’m begging for you to take me.” Please put me out of my misery.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t, what?”
“Don’t beg.”
“I’ll get on my knees if I have to.”
He takes a step back.
I stamp my foot, frustrated with the way this conversation keeps moving in a circle.
“I’m not some kid at your school that you go steady with. I’m almost thirty. Think about that for a minute.”
“Age is just a number.”
“You read that byline in a book? Fancy slogan, but it’s a pretty fucking huge number.”
“Bullshit.”
“Excuse me.”
“Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.”
“Watch that mouth, young lady, or someone will wash it out with soap.”
“Don’t young lady me. You’ve slept with girls my age before. All of you have.”
“We were younger then.” His scowl deepens.
He’s lying. He knows it. I know it. And he knows I know it. Eighteen isn’t the issue.
“Okay, answer this one question.” Not that I’m happy asking about what he’s done with his groupies, but it is pertinent to this conversation. “In the past year, have you slept with any girls who are my age?”
“That’s not a fair question.”
“Why not?”
“Because I haven’t slept with anyone in the past year.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
I definitely heard him, but I don’t understand.
“Why?”
“Because…” Spike rushes me. One moment he stands over there. The next, he towers over me. He fists my hair and yanks my head back, forcing me to look at him. “All I want is you.”
“Me?” My heart bangs away inside my chest, terrified and excited by what he says.
“You want me to fuck you? Shove my cock in that pert little mouth? Maybe slip it in your tight pussy, ride you rough, and take what I want? Is that what you want? You want me to walk away, like fucking you means nothing to me?”
“Spike…”
“What?”
“You’re scaring me.” Honestly, I don’t know if we’re talking, arguing, or agreeing with each other.
He releases my hair and wraps me in his arms.
My body stills at the press of his lips on the crown of my head. His body heat sinks into me; a calming presence overlying terrible passion.
My entire body shivers as his hands mold around the curve of my hips. His thumb drops down, accidentally or on purpose. All I know is he’s technically, almost, touching my ass.
Instead of relaxing in his arms, tension mounts in my body. It comes from him, knotting my shoulders and making every passing second seem like an eternity.
I like this. I love his dark, sultry scent. I could stand like this forever. It’s just a hug, but it feels like the beginning of something amazing.
Raw, pained, and hoarse, he whispers, “You terrify me.” He tugs me tight and holds me fast to his hard, muscular, one hundred percent virile male body. “But only because once I have you, I’ll never want to let you go.”
My heart heads into a frantic sprint, banging around inside my ribcage like a crazed beast.