“Say something,” I say quietly. “Anything.”
But he won’t even look at me. Instead, he just stares silently out the windshield, and I find that I’m all out of patience.
With a frustrated sigh, I unbuckle my seatbelt and grab the door handle, ready to get the hell out of this car and away from Mr. Enigma. But as soon as I open the door, there’s the click of another seatbelt, and suddenly Hunter’s leaning over me, pulling my door closed and then dragging my face to his for a kiss.
I don’t even have to think about it. I’m already kissing him back, open-mouthed, hungrily, frantically. There’s no point in lying; I’ve been waiting for this moment since we separated at my door last night. I love the way Hunter’s tongue is dominating mine, pent-up emotions into making out with me as hard and fast as he can, at once blanking out my thoughts.
And this. This right here is exactly the problem.
Being on the receiving end of his attention has a way of making the rest of the world slip away so that nothing else gets through to me and nothing else matters. I can’t let this keep happening.
We come apart with a breath, and I turn my head to the side. “Hunter, wait.”
“This,” I say, gesturing in the small space that still exists between us. “You never talk to me. You just kiss me.”
“And you kiss me back,” he says. “That’s the way it works.”
He starts to lean forward, but I place a hand on his chest to stop him.
“I am serious.”
His eyes are intense on mine, and it’s obvious I’m getting nowhere. “Let’s just get to class,” I say, giving up.
I don’t have the willpower to keep pushing him away, and it seems better to cut my losses and forget about getting any real answers right now.
Glancing at the dashboard, he says, “But we still have twenty minutes.”
There’s a massive battle going on between my libido and my logical brain, resulting in a complete inability to force myself out of the car. My body’s strung tight, not with anxiety, but anticipation.
“Twenty minutes for what?” I say, my mouth already watering.
Hunger dark in his eyes, he says, “For you to live in this moment with me.”
And then he attacks me with his mouth again. Hard, demanding. This time I kiss him back just as hard. He bites my lower lip, and I let out a soft moan.
I should get out, I should say no, but I can’t pretend I’m not addicted to how good he feels against me.
So I don’t.