Page 92 of Unsuitable

“Who are you here with?” I say for want of something to say.

“Friends.”

“I didn’t realize you had any—aside from Jude, that is.” I give a saccharin smile.

“Funny.” But he’s not smiling. Instead, his eyes are making their way down my body, and he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole.

I have to suppress the urge to press my thighs together.

His eyes lift back to mine. “You look incredibly beautiful tonight.”

His words take me aback. And I resent how happy they make me feel.

I hate how he can lift me up and cut me down so easily.

“Yeah, but just not good enough for you.” I immediately want to smack myself in the face. I hate that I said those words and how pathetic and weak they make me sound.

“What?” He rears back, like I hit him.

“Nothing. Forget I said anything. I’m going now. Have a good night, Kas.”

I move past him, and he catches my arm, holding me at his side.

“You want me to forget the fact that you think you’re not good enough for me?”

“I never said I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”

His brows crash together so hard that I’m surprised it doesn’t give him a headache. “You think I think that? That you’re not good enough for me?”

Looking away from him, I give a slight lift of my shoulder.

“That’s fucking bullshit.” His words are so vehement that my gaze swings back to his. “I’m not good enough for you, Daisy. You deserve a good man, a better man…and that’s not me.”

His words shock me to my core.

I stare into his black eyes—searching for what, I’m not sure—but I must find it because something breaks inside me.

I press my palm to his face. His eyes close against my touch.

“I don’t care,” I whisper. “I want you.”

A shudder runs through him. He tugs me into his side, sliding his arm around my back, holding me close to him. He presses his forehead to mine and exhales a shaky breath. “Fuck, baby.” His breath tickles and teases my lips.

I want to kiss him, but I also know what happened last time we did kiss.

His chin dips, bringing his mouth closer to mine.

Our mouths are millimeters apart. All I’d have to do is lean in, and our lips would be touching.

Is that what I want?

Sense tells me, No. But my body screams, Yes!

“I have to kiss you,” he breathes over my lips.

His other hand moves to my head, cradling it, as his body turns into mine.

And then he kisses me.