Obsessed - Jenika Snow Page 0,7

that long moment of weird silence.

I let his words sink in as I tried to process them. I’d never heard him be so blunt with me.

A muscle in his jaw ticked after he said that, anger covering his face. “And wearing this… those bastards were absolutely fucking looking.” He stood then, his body tighter than I’d ever seen it. He looked so… unhinged right then.

I glanced down at my hand, seeing he’d bandaged it up and I hadn’t even realized, because I kept thinking about him talking about my ass and pussy in this dress.

He said nothing as he cleaned up the first aid items off the coffee table and was about to leave the room to put everything away, when I felt strength move through me.

I’m done waiting. I’m in his home with him. We’re alone. I want him.

“I wore it for you.” The silence was thick and heavy after I spoke, and I looked over my shoulder at him. He had his back to me, his body tighter still. He said nothing as he left the living room, and I felt this heaviness and disappointment fill me. I was humiliated.

Had I been wrong about all his looks, all his attention toward me over the last year?

I stood, feeling stupid… depressed. I’d told him I wore the dress for him, and I’d gotten silence. I’d gotten nothing in response.

It’s time to go.

He was gone for only about five minutes, but it felt like an eternity, and when I heard him approach, I’d resolved myself that it was time to leave. I faced him, seeing he had showered. His short, dark hair was damp, slightly disheveled around his head as if he’d finger combed it. He was shirtless, a pair of low-hanging gray sweats showing off that masculine V of muscle that disappeared beneath the pants. For a second, I forgot what the hell I was going to say, but the reality—and that familiar embarrassment—came back full force.

“I should probably go, Oli. Can you take me h—” My words were cut off as I saw him barreling toward me. I felt my eyes widen as he stopped in front of me, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhaled deeply. His eyes were trained right on me, and I had to crane my head back to look at him.

I couldn’t breathe.

And when he made a low, harsh sound, when he reached out and curled his hand around my nape, my skin tightened, and a fresh wave of arousal claimed me.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his nostrils flaring once more. He seemed on edge, as if he was about to snap.

When I didn’t answer fast enough, there was the slightest pressure of his fingers to my nape.

He leaned in close, and whispered, “Say it again, Bryn.”

I licked my lips and didn’t miss how he watched the act, his pupils dilating even more.

“I wore this dress for you.” God, I couldn’t breathe anything but him. “Only you.”

The sound that came from him couldn’t be called anything but animalistic. And that’s the last thing I comprehended before his mouth slammed down on mine.

6

Oli

I could have said this was wrong, that maybe I was taking advantage of the situation, but there was no denying Bryn wanted me. She was in my house, both of us here alone, her sexy-as-fuck little body in that red dress that had my balls drawing up, my dick harder than iron, and my blood racing.

It also had me jealous as hell knowing she’d worn this in front of all those motherfuckers at the fight.

They were looking at her, checking her out, thinking about being with her.

I felt my hands tighten around her, pulled her impossibly closer, kissed her harder.

She’s mine.

Possessiveness claimed me, knowing she wore it for me, knowing no other person would know what she felt like. Because I won't allow it.

I kissed her like I was possessed. And I am. Always for her. Only for her.

Her body language, the change in her breathing, the way her nipples were hard… her fucking blown-out pupils. They all told me she wanted me. I had no doubt if I slipped my hand under this slinky little red dress she wore, she’d be wet, those panties soaked for me.

A part of me said she better be fucking wearing panties. Because the thought that a little slip, a light breeze, hell, her falling down like she had, would have had any bastard in that basement seeing her pussy… was enough to have me