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She swallows hard, her breath coming in shallow gasps, and for the first time, I see something flicker in her eyes—fear? Desire? Maybe both. But I still can’t tell if it’s real or another one of her tricks.
Her lips part, and for a moment, I think she’s going to say something, but instead, she just stares at me, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
I don’t think. I act.
My lips crash into hers, rough and demanding, and she gasps against my mouth, her hands instinctively flying up to grip myshirt. The kiss is hungry and fierce, and all the anger, the confusion, and the need I’ve been holding back surges forward in a wave of heat. Her fingers curl into the fabric, pulling me closer, and I can feel her body trembling against mine.
I push her back against the table, my hands roaming over her body, gripping her hips, her waist, every part of her that I can touch. She’s warm, soft, and I can’t get enough of her, can’t stop the way my body responds to hers.
But there’s a part of me that’s still holding back, still wondering if she’s playing me. If this is just another one of her manipulations.
Cara’s breath is hot against my lips as she pulls away slightly, her hands sliding up to cup my face. Her eyes are dark, filled with something I can’t decipher.
“Rhett,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “I’m not—”
She doesn’t finish the sentence, but I can hear it in her voice. The vulnerability. The rawness. It’s not something she shows often, and it sends a jolt of something unfamiliar through me.
I press my forehead against hers, my breathing heavy, trying to regain control. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying,” she breathes, her hands sliding down to grip my arms, pulling me closer. “I’m not playing games.”
I want to believe her. I need to believe her. But the doubt is still there, gnawing at the edges of my mind. I pull back slightly, searching her face for any sign of deceit, but all I see is her. Her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, her eyes filled with something real.
Fuck. I can’t tell.
Her hands trail down my chest, her fingers dancing over the buttons of my shirt, and I feel my control slipping. My pulse quickens, and I know I’m on the edge, teetering between giving in and pulling away. My girl is drawing me in. She’s pulling me under, and I don’t know if I can stop.
But I have to.
I grab her wrists, stopping her before she can go any further. Her eyes widen in surprise, confusion flickering across her face.
“Why are you stopping? Let me touch you,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
I let out a ragged breath, my grip on her wrists tightening. “Because I don’t know if I can trust you, little nightmare.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t say anything, just stares at me, her eyes searching mine. For a moment, neither of us moves, the air between us thick with tension.
Then, she leans in, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice a soft, breathy whisper. “Then don’t trust me, just fuck me.”
I hold her there, my body pressed against hers, our breaths mingling in the space between us. Her lips are slightly parted, swollen from the bruising kiss, and her hands are still tangled in my shirt, gripping me like I’m her anchor. But I can’t shake the feeling crawling up my spine, that nagging doubt that tells me I’m walking into a fucking trap.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. They’re dark, almost black, pupils blown wide with desire, but there’s something deeper and more dangerous.
Something that, for once, I can’t read.
Her breath hitches, and for a moment, I see a flicker of vulnerability, a crack in the armor my girl wears so well. But is it real? Or is it just another one of her fucking tricks, another game to pull me deeper under her spell?
“Rhett…” Her voice is a whisper, soft and trembling, and my name on her lips makes my chest tighten. It’s a sound I’ll never tire of. She tilts her head slightly, her lips brushing against mine again, and I feel the heat radiating off her, the pull of her body against mine. My girl is begging for more.
She fucking wants it. Wants me.
But I can’t give in. Not this time.
“You think I’m that easy to fool?” I mutter, my voice rough as I pull back farther, putting distance between us. The tension is thick and electric, but I force myself to stay in control, not to lose myself in the haze of lust clouding my mind.
Her brow furrows, confusion flashing in her eyes. “What?”
I step away, leaving her standing there against the table, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I can see the frustration building in her, the way her hands curl into fists, the way her jaw clenches.
