Burn (Virtues & Lies 1)

“To protect you.”

“So you can watch me?” Raking down my face, her eyes glaze over with lusty need. And I want to deliver on every fucking thought in her head right now.

“No.”

“So you can touch me?” She ruffles her hair and tucks it behind her ear before trailing her fingers down her chest. Eyes on mine, she presses her hand to mine. She’s a tease with her innocent eyes and needy touches.

“Maybe.”

I can tell she’s asking something, but she’s not comfortable doing it outright.

“What do you really want to ask, Cass?”

Flicking up to mine, her eyes round as her teeth worry her lip, not in the way she does when she’s aroused or intrigued. The look on her face is reticent.

“Ask me. Anything.” My hands flatten on the bonnet, either side of her.

“I’m scared it’ll make me hate you.” Her murmurs are breathy and as I lean over her, her hands fist my hoodie.

“I thought you already do.” My fucking insides twist and snag as I remember our words the night of the party.

I hate you.

I hate you too.

“I hate how much I like you.” Looking up at me, her eyes have a wary glisten to them.

“You should hate me. You should hate me so much that you push me away, because fuck knows I can’t stay away from you. I’m no good for you, Cassie.” I don’t want to mean any of these things, but I do.

However, what I mean and what I do, are two very different things. Words and actions don’t always add up.

“Casper called you Numbers boy, so I assume you’re good at maths?” Pausing to look at me with narrowed eyes, she continues, “Well, then you should know that two negatives always equate to a positive.”

“Yeah, they do.”

“You’re no good for me, and I’m no good for you. After all, I turned you into a killer, didn’t I?”

The way she asks is loaded with apprehension, and I realise that what she wants to know is if I’ve murdered before.

“I turned me into a killer, not you. The world is better off without that shit, but it needs the beats of your pretty little heart.”

“In that case, you’re exactly what I need to protect me.”

“To protect you.”

“Yeah,” she breathes leaning up to tuck her face into my neck. “And watch me…touch me. I like it when you touch me.”

“I like touching you.” Moving my hands to the crease where her thighs meet her hips, I squeeze. Her breath hitches, her calves wind around mine and when I lower my face to drop a kiss to her forehead, she tilts her face to mine and steals my kiss with her lips.

My little thief.

I think she’s stealing a lot more than my kisses, if I’m honest. Mind you, is it really stealing when I so readily part with all the things she’s taking?

Her teeth bite down on my bottom lip, pressing it onto her own and as my hands grip her tighter, her tongue dips into my mouth. Tentative at first, and the more I let her explore, the more confident she gets. She licks, sucks, and bites like we’ve been doing this together for a long time.

God, it’s getting harder to hold back, my dick is so hard that I could give her exactly what she wants right here, right now.

“Cass.”