Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Why do you do this shit, Mal?” I tried to scowl, but I felt like it was only half-assed. I was too aroused to be all the way pissed.
“Do what?” He was still smirking, the gorgeous asshole.
“Get under my skin. Do shit you know pisses me off.”
He sobered then, his expression taking on a serious note. He didn’t speak for long seconds, just letting his eyes roam over my face as if he were memorizing my features. It made me feel… naked for some reason.
“You just look so pretty when you’re pissed at me.” His voice was so deep, so low, that I felt a tingle race up my spine. He also sounded serious as hell.
And then he was moving past me. I still couldn’t move, not when I heard him call to my brother that he was heading home, not even when I heard him head to the front door. Only when I felt his stare on me did I look over my shoulder at him, his eyes locked on mine.
I didn’t know exactly what passed between us right at this moment, but it wasn’t mutual annoyance. It was something more. Deeper. It was a connection of reciprocated... attraction.
“Later, Delilah.” He winked before heading out the front door and leaving me standing there thinking, What in the hell just happened?
2
Mal
God, I was hard, so hard my cock ached and my balls throbbed. But this was the reaction anytime I was around Delilah. It was as if the fucker between my legs wanted me to give it what I wanted... Delilah.
Except this time my desire for her had been worse, more consuming. And all because I’d seen the flair of desire in her eyes. I’d seen it before, her arousal thick and strong, but she was stubborn, pushing it back, because she thought she hated me. But tonight... tonight, she’d let that wall down, the one she kept up so tightly, the one she tried to use to mask her wants and needs.
She didn’t hate me. She fucking craved me. Not nearly as much as I wanted her, because what I felt for Delilah bordered on insane, obsessed. But her desire for me was still there, this sweetness that surrounded her. It was my addiction, and I craved it more each and every day.
So I pushed her, annoyed her, did little innocent things to get under her skin. All because I knew it had that attraction for me blooming more, blossoming like it was being fed, given sunlight, and provided oxygen. It had her focused on other things—like how I annoyed her—and the cracks in her exterior gave me what I wanted.
To know I was playing with fire. To show me the only girl I would ever love cared for me back.
I muttered a hello to my parents as they lounged on the couch in the living room, and I headed for my room. I didn’t mind living at home and commuting to school. It gave me a chance to save up, to not worry about the real-life shit that came about when you were on your own. But that's not even the main reason I decided to stay home.
I wanted to stay close to Delilah.
I stepped into my room and shut the door, leaning against it. God, I was hard, and I swore the fucker grew bigger at the thought of her.
If girls thought it was uncomfortable to drive with a boner, they didn’t know the half of it. And adjusting myself only made my cock throb more, almost as if I pissed the fucker off because it knew it wasn’t Delilah.
Maybe I should’ve felt a little shame about what I was about to do, but I needed to ease the pressure. And despite knowing I’d only get a second of relief after jerking off, I also knew it would make my arousal for her increase tenfold. It would be an empty orgasm, but I’d take it regardless.
Still leaning against the bedroom door, I hadn’t even bothered turning on the light. I didn’t need it on for the debauchery and obscenity I was about to do, for the things I was about to think about.
I reached down and palmed myself through my jeans, closing his eyes and groaning at the feel. It felt good.
I exhaled and let my arm fall to my side as I stared into the darkened room. I pushed away from the door, went to my bed, unceremoniously lying down on the mattress and staring at the ceiling for a second.
Fuck. When was I going to grow a set of balls and actually tell Delilah how I felt? When was I going to quit skating around my need for her? And how far was I willing to push her just to see her cheeks turn pink, her eyes narrow, and her lips purse because she was annoyed with me and what I’d done or said to provoke her… all because it turned me on like no other to get under her skin?