Page 76 of Devious Knight
“The exhibition box. The couple reminded me of my ex and me.” Serves him right. He doesn’t need to know that’s a big fat lie. I’ve never had a boyfriend. All the guys who might have been into me were scared to get serious because of my dad.
“And what did you do with this ex of yours?”
“Every fantasy I ever had.”
Something wicked flashes in his eyes and he catches my face. “You’re cheating again. Tell me what you did with your ex.”
“A lady never tells.”
Kade drops his mask and walks me back to the opposite wall, then he presses his body into me. I’ve found myself in this position with him so many times that I know what he feels like by heart.
He inches close to my ear. “Sweet little lies,” he whispers. “There is no ex.”
“Yes, there is.”
“No. There was only ever me for you.”
My mouth goes dry. I hate that he knows that about me.
“Whatever fantasy you had always involved me, so you would never have done anything with anyone else.” His fingers dig into my throat. “You wonder what it would be like to be with me. But what you don’t know is that I think about you, too. I have every single fucking day for the last three years.”
My lungs empty and my heart stretches into my throat. It stops beating and I wonder if it will ever start again.
What did he just say to me?
No. I heard him loud and clear. I just don’t believe him. What he said can’t be true. Surely he must be screwing with my mind again. “Liar.” I borrow his accusation and throw it right back at him.
“I don’t tell lies, Lolita. I don’t need to.” His voice caresses my skin but the deeper meaning behind his words burns my brain.
As I stare back at him I allow myself a moment to entertain the possibility that he might be telling the truth.
What if he is?
After everything what would that mean to me?
I dare not answer that question. Not even in my mind. But when that mirthless grin returns to his handsome face, something whispers to me that I already know the answer.
“You know I’m not lying.” He sounds as if he can see straight through me. Right through to the secret parts of my mind I want to keep hidden away from him. Last time I let him in he hurt me deeply. I never want to feel like that again.
“I have to go.”
“Not yet.”
“I have to?—”
Just like the other day he captures my lips and kisses me. But this kiss feels different.
Any thought to protest and tell him we can’t do this again wanes in my mind until it evaporates into the air.
His hand skims the side of my neck and he slips the mask off my face, then he intensifies the kiss. Kissing me deeper and forcing me to kiss him back.
Shit. I can’t fight this.
Where do I even start to unravel myself when he has such a potent effect on me?
Kade’s free hand creeps down my body and grazes over the bare skin of my thigh.
He pulls me flush against him, then he lifts the hem of my dress inch by inch until his fingers flutter over my panties. My breath hitches in my throat and my body goes taut with heat that sinks deep into my bones.