Page 58 of Relentless Sinner
Damn it.Thisis the trick. I never even saw it coming because our conversation seemed so normal. Until it wasn’t.
Chapter Twelve
Gabriella
“I’m fine right here,” I say, trying to hold on to my last shred of control.
Jaxon quirks a brow and gives me a teasing smile. “Thought you wanted to go out tomorrow?”
“So, if I want to go out, I have to sit on your lap?”
“That and three more things, then we have a deal.”
Fuck him, he’s such an asshole. This is so typical of him.
I muster up the filthiest look I can and throw it his way. “What is the matter with you?”
“Nothing. Unlike you, I don’t deny myself what I want.Ever.” He runs a hand through his wet hair and tilts his head, staring at me with that deranged menace. “Now come here.”
I grit my teeth and press my hands into the hard surface of the hot tub seat. I’m going to have to do what he wants, aren’t I?
Play the game, Gabriella. Play the game.He just said if I do this and three more things—whatever the hell they are—we’d have a deal.
Pushing aside my reluctance—and my nerves—I lift myself up and move closer to him. When I’m near enough he slips anarm around my waist and pulls me onto his lap. Then he disarms me further by smiling up at me.
“Isn’t this better?” he taunts.
“Maybe for you.”
He continues staring up at me and strokes the side of my waist, caressing the skin there in tandem with the ripples of water around us.
“Kiss me.” He speaks in a soft whisper that sounds too tender for him.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” If I kiss him I’ll be as lost as I was last week before he left.
“You liked it well enough last time. Or is it that you want me to kiss you somewhereelse?” His gaze drops between us to my thighs and a rush of arousal floods my body.
“Don’t.” I press my hand against his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath my palm.
“What are you afraid of, Gabriella?”
“Nothing.”
“Then kiss me. I said I wanted three more things. That’s one of them. Clock’s ticking, Krasota.”
The air in my lungs slows, becoming heavy and thick like tar. I find it more difficult to breathe, to think, to reason with myself. I’ve run out of excuses and comebacks, allowing him to barricade me in this position where I’m right where he wants me.
It’s just kissing. It means nothing—or it doesn’t have to if I don’t want it to.
That’s what I tell myself but I know it’s another lie.
Mustering courage, I lower my mouth to his lips, my body anticipating the thrill of kissing him again.
Jaxon moves in to me, too, and when our lips touch passion ignites like a flame fueled by lava.
Heat consumes the air around us, leaving me breathless. It takes mere seconds to get lost in his lips on mine.
Jaxon slides his tongue into my mouth, capturing mine. My tongue tangles with his as he explores every inch of my mouth then desire and pleasure take over, numbing my mind to all the reasons that should make me resist him.