He stepped so close our chests almost brushed. “Then why is your body still reacting to me right now?”
I didn’t answer.
Because f**k.
He was right again.
My n*****s were hard. f*****g n*****s.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered, eyes on my mouth. “You’re angry, but you’re dripping. You’re scared, but your body’s begging to be touched.”
“Shut up,” I hissed, but it came out breathless.
“You don’t want me to shut up.”
“You want me to shut you up. Like I did last night. With my fingers. My mouth. My c**k so deep you forgot how to think.”
I gasped, stepping back. “Stop it.”
He caught my wrist before I could move farther. “Why? Because it’s true?”
“Because I can’t do this right now, Connor. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t stand here and pretend this is okay just because you know
