Jack prowled forward as I stepped back. His face held an expression I wasn’t familiar with, and I had no idea what his intentions were, but my dick was about to make it obvious what I hoped his intentions were.
The room wasn’t very big, and his sneer made him seem twice as large. My scalp prickled with awakening instincts as he crowded me more and more with every inch we moved. In seconds, my back hit the tiled wall, and Jack was in my face.
“Hey, Cal.” His citrus breath teased across my mouth and nose.
I blinked and glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. God, anyone could walk in here.
“Jack, we should—”
“Shhh. Nothing to talk about, remember?”
He moved closer and closer, his face inches from mine. My heart hammered in my chest with either fear or anticipation. It could go either way.
I wiped my wet, shaking palms on my jeans. Would he kiss me again? I swallowed and huffed out a breath, lips parting to betray my hope. The prick grinned, lowered his thick lashes, then …
Jack kissed me.
Again!
Holy fuck.
He moved his lips slowly over mine, teasing me until the tip of his tongue curled behind my top lip, trapping it against his. This was nothing like the time before. Actually, I wasn’t even sure this was a kiss at all. Jack could be messing with me, fucking me up even more. The thought of that, of him using this type of offensive attack against me, had my ever-present rage rising in readiness.
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