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Whether it’s the alcohol running through me, or the weird familiarity I feel at the cedarwood and mint scent coming off his body, I don’t know. But I’m not going to question it, especially when his hand slides under the hem of my dress and moves to where I ache the most.
My eyes flutter closed when his fingers skim over the red lace thong I’m wearing, my breath hitching under the intimate touch.
I should stop him, but I’m not even sure I can.
I’m too hot.
Too sensitive.
Too wanting to even dream of telling him no.
“Hey, Casper,” the man whispers, and my body tenses at his nickname for me. I try to pull away, but he cups me over my panties, and the only thing I can do in that moment is moan. “Did you miss me, baby?”
THREE
Spinningonmyheel,I pull away from the hands holding me. The momentum has me stumbling over my feet, falling backwards until a strong tattooed man slides his arm around my back and pulls me flush against his chest. My gaze locks on his forest green eyes, and my breath stalls.
The last time I saw Theodore, he was leaving my bedroom after taking my virginity and telling me, “Thanks for a good fuck.” That was almost three years ago now, and I haven’t heard a peep from him since.
Not that I expected to.
It is his MO, after all.
Treat a girl like shit for years, fuck her senseless on her sixteenth birthday, then ignore her and pretend she doesn’t exist.
Okay, maybe it’s only me he did that with.
The fact remains, I should have expected nothing different from the guy who went from being my childhood best friend, to my teenage tormentor with no warning. I move to step back, but he tightens his hold on me, keeping my body pressed to his.
My eyes roam is chest and linger on the hint of tattoos spreading up his neck. When I last saw him, he was only nineteen and looked nothing like the man standing before me now.
His dark hair is longer on the top and falls over his forehead, looking perfectly mussed up, as though someone ran their hands through it, and his face is sharper than I remember. He’s broader too, with larger muscles than he had before.
His shirt ripples over his muscles, clinging to him perfectly while showing off his tattoo-covered arms.
He was always handsome, far more than anyone ever should be.
He’s harsher now, though. More dangerous looking, which only makes his appeal that much more.
“What do you want?” I snap when the hand resting along my lower back moves up and down over the thin material of my dress. This will teach me to let strange men manhandle me on a dancefloor when I’ve had one too many drinks.
Honestly, I thought I’d learnt after the first time I drank too much. Yet, here I am, struggling to not make the same mistake with him.
“To say hello to an old friend.” He leans into me, his mouth closing over the tip of my ear, and I barely hold the breathy moan that tries to slip free. My hands move to his chest, and I try to push out of his embrace, but all it does is remind me of the strong muscles underneath the black t-shirt he wears.
“We aren’t friends, Teddy.”
He pulls back slightly, a smirk lifting his lips at my use of the stupid childhood nickname I gave him when we were four. I always struggled to say Theodore, so his mum told me to call him Teddy instead. The name stuck over the years, but only I was allowed to use it.
“You’re right,” he murmurs, moving a hand to cup my cheek. His smirk drops, leaving a blank expression on his face. “You and me, we definitely aren’t friends.”
He steps back, releasing me, and while I should be happy about the loss of his touch, my body betrays me and I have to choke back a whimper. His words shouldn’t hurt me, but they do.
His stare travels up my body, lingering on my chest before landing on my face again. He holds my gaze for a long moment, watching me closely.
“Be good while you’re here, Casper,” he tells me, his nickname for me sounding far too seductive on his tongue in that deep drawl of his. “I’d hate to have to punish you.”
Biting my bottom lip, I pull the skin into my mouth, watching him as he turns and walks away. A girl steps in front of him when he reaches the door, her hand pressing to his chest and her wide eyes smiling up at him.
