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With her father missing, Shay will do anything to get him back, even if that means teaming up with a cruel gang leader and his band of psychotic men.
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SO COLD
Sultry green eyes searched my own wide, clueless eyes for answers I didn't have and then fell to my mouth. Oscar spoke with a fervid need, nose brushing against my own, voice hoarse, in an aphrodisiacal state of mind. "I want to kiss you, I need to, Shay. Can I?"
I leaned away to put some space between us. My thoughts were clustered, confused and I was thrown off balance. His declaration of love had robbed me of my words. I hadn't expected it. "No," this was the easiest word to utter, the explanation was going to be difficult. A flash of dismay hurried past his face. I continued, pulling his hands away from my hips gently. "I don't feel the same way, Oscar. I'm sorry. I just... I don't want you. I don't view you with any romantic feelings."
"Would you ever give me a chance?" he looked directly at me, trapping me to the spot like a caged animal with his intense stare. He was upset by my rejection even as he attempted to conceal his emotions with a cool rebuild of his expression. "Is there a possibility?"
I was sweaty under his spotlight. Nervous butterflies fluttered around my ribcage and slippery antsy beetles skittered about in my stomach. Any contortion of his expression was a guilt trip. I broke our stare, and ransacked the room for a response that wouldn't give him false hope and would let him down without shattering his knees. I ran a hand through my hair for something to do and faced him. "I don't expect to be breaking up with Cole anytime soon. I like him, I'm attracted to him. He is what I'm focussed on. I want to repair our relationship, I don't want – I'm not considering ending it and heading into another relationship. It won't be happening any time soon – if ever." I was babbling. For fuck sake, will I ever shut up?
"Are you attracted to me?"
"What?"
He took a step forward and flashed a sinful smile, "You're becoming increasingly frustrated. Why is that?"
"Because I don't want to have this conversation."
"Or because you find yourself getting wet when you look at me. When I get close to you your breathing becomes louder."
"I have asthma," I interrupted.
He laughed huskily, "If you'd let me, I'd finger fuck you until you come to the edge and then play with your clit with my tongue, I'd tease you until your hips rise up from the counter top and you're begging me to let you come. I want to taste you, I want you to suffocate me with your thighs. I want to be in control of every órgasm you have. I wouldn't stop fucking you until your knees are shaky and you're thinking of how much you're going to ache tomorrow morning. I want to wrap my hand around your throat as I thrust myself into you, and watch your mascara run down your cheeks, and then I want to kiss you as you groan and talk incoherently. I would take you to my bed and I wouldn't let you leave. But not until you drop Cole. I won't do anything until you're ready to leave him. And it'll happen. Make no mistake about it there's going to be a day when you're crying and you're exhausted and you're going to realise you're more upset than happy with him. And I can't fucking wait till that day, baby."
