Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He pulled me forward by the belt loop. My hand was still tight around his wrist, but he wasn’t struggling against me this time. His eyes burned into mine. The glow of the street lamps beside us framed him in a golden halo, and I’d never seen him look so pretty. Or maybe I just liked intensity.
Liked my hand around him.
He’d come up behind me, surprising me, throwing me out of the prison of my own thoughts.
Max didn’t try to break my grip from his wrist. He seemed to like it, actually. Time paused for a moment as I tried to give him a warning look.
Get the fuck away from me.
You don’t want this.
And then he yanked my belt loop harder, taking a step in toward me, bringing his face close up to mine.
He was just a couple of inches away from me now. He smelled so good, clean and fresh and just as innocent as he really was.
A white heat flashed through my veins as Max’s face came closer to mine, and his gaze flitted from my mouth to my eyes and back again.
When he moved in to kiss me I thought it must be a mistake.
Chapter 11
Max
Iacted on pure instinct. My heart was beating so hard I thought it might jump up to my throat. My whole body was hot, and even just looking at Draven’s plush lips felt forbidden. I wished I was anywhere other than in front of the Hard Spot, but I was also too far gone to care, caught in a moment of raw desire like nothing I’d ever felt before.
There was something about him.
Something about having his hand on my wrist again, too. A feeling I didn’t think I could want again, but I kept coming back for more.
It was as if I was making good on a bet, or taking a dare—but nobody had bet I wouldn’t do this other than me.
I had some strange urge to prove something, but what? And to myself, or to Draven? My cock was hard and I could tell he was just as turned on, but he was resisting me. Resisting everything, even though the other day at his house, he’d practically drawn me closer to his cock like he was a river current I couldn’t resist.
I didn’t want to kiss a man.
But since the night he almost told me his secrets, he’d been running from me. Like he was scared to see me being nice to him.
Like he couldn’t handle my kindness at all.
I needed to show him, finally, that I wanted my lips on his. I was sick of questioning my attraction to him, and I just wanted to act on it.
I closed the distance between us, acting on the base instinct before it disappeared.
Fuck it. I want it, and I don’t care.
The moment before my lips touched his he reached a hand up, though, putting it against my mouth.
Stopping me.
My kiss landed on his fingers instead, and I heard a plaintive moan escape my throat, like I was whimpering because he wouldn’t let me kiss him.
He gave me a quick shove with the hard front of his body, putting a little more distance between us again.
His hand was still against my mouth, covering it. His stare was pure warning.
“You don’t want to do that.”
Rage started to rear its head in me. I reached up to pry his hand a couple of inches away from my mouth. I finally spoke. “I’m not afraid to do something with a guy—”
“You don’t want to do it with me.”
I moved in again and he just pressed his hand up against me a second time. I bit down on his fingers and he sighed, moving them a little, and even the feeling of his fingers dragging on my lips made my cock throb.
“Yes I fucking do,” I said. “It’s all I can think about.”
“Well, stop thinking about it. I’ll stuff my cock down your throat. I’ll choke on yours. I’ll fuck you ‘til you’re a puddle on the bed, or I’ll let you come inside me. But I’m not going to let you fall for me. Not you.”
I puffed out a bitter laugh. “I’m not falling for you.”
He gave me a grim stare. “Do I believe that?”
“Don’t give a fuck if you do. Just let me know who you are. Kiss me.”
“No,” he said.
I sprang into action, taking his hand and putting it up against the bulge of my cock, showing him just how hard I was.
Draven groaned, pulling in another long breath of air. He glanced around us, looking across the intersection. We were far enough away from most people that they likely hadn’t noticed anything we were doing, but at any moment, anybody could walk down the corner we were standing on.
It wasn’t exactly private.
This was the kind of thing I’d normally never dream of doing in real life, but I’d fantasize about it, edging myself until my cock was raw. But I’d never do it.