Page 131 of Trust Me

The look in his eyes turns smoldering. A burning sensation starts low in my belly and my brain jumbles, trying to keep up.

I take a step backward, only for Kyle to take a step forward. I repeat the move, and so does he.

“What are you saying?” I know what that look in his eyes is implying. And the way he’s starting to unbutton his shirt as he continues to follow me, toward the bedroom, I know. But I need to hear him say it.

“I want you, Riley. And I’m going to have you.”

My breath catches, and I almost trip as I’m still slow-walking backwards.

“Have me?” The question comes out strangled.

He slowly nods and untucks his shirt to do the last few buttons. A small moan escapes from the back of my throat at the reveal of his bare chest. My fingers itch to run through the hairs that pepper his lower abdomen. Kyle wakes up early every morning for a workout. Not a day since he moved in has he missed one.

The effort shows all over his cut frame.

“I propose we call a ceasefire.”

I blink as the backs of my legs hit the bed. “A what?”

“Ceasefire. For now. There’s no reason for the animosity between us since you’ve already proven useful in helping me get back at Dean for what he’s trying to do.”

Useful.

I swallow down my particular hatred of that word.

I should be helpful to Kyle. It’s only fitting since he hasn’t called the cops on me given my lies.

“What does a ceasefire entail?” I ask.

A sly grin crosses his face. The butterflies in my stomach start flapping.

“I’m pretty sure you know.”

I shake my head. “No, I don’t,” I lie.

“Let me show you.”

With that, he wraps one hand around my head and pulls me into the hardest, deepest kiss he’s ever given me. This one is demanding, all encompassing. It leaves me breathless and dizzy, yet yearning for more.

I feel the monster in his pants come to life when he braces his body against mine. My knees grow weaker by the second. The next thing I know, I’m flat on my back in the bed.

“Is this what a ceasefire looks like?” I ask, breathless.

“Almost,” he says before kissing me again.

His hands are everywhere, tugging at my shirt and then my pants and finally my bra and panties. I have no idea how he’s so damn adept at removing my clothing but I don’t care much either. I’m too hot with him on top of me, half-naked, to care about anything other than having him inside of me.

I slide my hand inside of his jeans and briefs, cupping him. I’m still amazed that my hand can barely fit around his girth.

“You’re so fucking big.”

“Next time I want to watch you as you take all of me into this pretty fucking mouth of yours.” He traces his thumb beneath my bottom lip.

“You’re going to give me lockjaw with that thing,” I tease.

He pumps his hips, and I arch my back on a moan. “And you’d love every second of it.”

I bite my bottom lip to keep from blurting out that he’s right.