Locke (Rosewood High #0.5) - Tracy Lorraine Page 0,8
tickle against my skin and I’m powerless to do anything else but shudder at his contact.
“I know today wasn’t the first time you’ve watched me from your window. I’ve felt your stare every time you’ve done it. I always know when you’re looking at me. Just like I know that you know when I’m looking at you. There’s always been something here, Lys. You can’t tell me that you haven’t felt it.”
My chin drops. “But you don’t like me.” I hate that I sound vulnerable. I don’t need to look at his face to know I’ve just given too much away with that one statement.
He chuckles, and the sound hits me right in the chest. “I was only lying to myself, baby.”
I gasp and he makes the most of my reaction.
His lips brush so gently against mine that my hands almost forget about covering myself up in my need to grab him and pull him against me.
His fingers that were still lingering on my neck, slip up into my hair as he deepens the kiss. A moan rumbles up his throat and it’s my undoing.
I release the fabric my hands are clinging to, but it doesn’t drop; our bodies are too tightly pressed together.
I find the damp skin of his back as his tongue slips between my lips.
Pushing me backward, I bump up against the wall. He continues forward until every possible inch of us is touching. His hard length pushes against my stomach and a wave of heat rushes south at knowing I turn him on like this.
His lips leave mine and trail across my jaw and down my neck. He sucks and nips at the sensitive skin and I moan in pleasure.
“Emerson, is this a joke?”
He stills for a beat and I worry that I’ve just hit the nail on the head. He hasn’t even been here twenty-four hours yet, and he’s driven me to this already. Is it a bet? Am I a challenge? Did he think it might entertain him for a few weeks to see if he could seduce me? Well, that failed because apparently I’m easy when it comes to the boy I’ve had a crush on for as long as I can remember.
He pulls back and looks at me. Really looks at me.
“What makes you think that?”
“Because you’ve never come anywhere near me before. Yet one day here and… well.” I gesture at our current position and laugh.
“I’ve imagined doing this a million times, Lys. But time’s up. I can’t ignore it any longer.”
My brow furrows.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Why would I? You’ve gone out of your way for years to make it well known you can’t stand me.”
“I had to.”
“Why?”
“You think Levi would be happy with this?”
“It doesn’t seem to be bothering you right now, while you’re living in the same house as him.”
“Maybe I’ve decided that it’s worth the risk.”
“What if he kicks you out? What if he walks away from you?”
“Then that’s his decision. I can’t influence how he feels. The only thing I can do is act on how I feel, and right now, I’m fed up of pretending. Bored of convincing him that I think you’re his annoying little sister, when in reality I spend most of my nights wishing you were beside me.”
Lost for words, the silence rings out between us.
“Prove it.”
His fingers wrap around my wrists and he removes my hands from him and places them back on the fabric covering my chest. Then he takes a huge step back.
His cock tents the towel and my fingers twitch to rip it from his waist and experience all of him. I’ve watched him for years running around topless, but I’ve yet to discover what he’s hiding down there.
“W- what are you doing?”
“Proving it. I’m walking away. Showing you that you mean more to me than a quick fuck to waste some time.”
“But—”
“No buts. I could take you right now, hard and fast against that wall, and you know it. But that’s not what this is about. I want you, Lys. Not just your body for my pleasure. I. Just. Want. You.” With those final words, he walks from the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
Holy shit.
6
Alyssa
It’s been five days since he made me that promise in the bathroom and five long days since we’ve been alone together. Every morning I wake to the sound of him outside with a ball while I stay locked in my bedroom attempting to do as I said I would and catch