Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 703

"Don't move," he rasped, his voice dropping all the fake softness he'd been using. It came out raw, almost jagged.

So, the voice was an act too. Smirking, I leaned in closer. "You're so cool to the touch... feels amazing..."

Before he could respond, someone stepped out of the restaurant, their gaze flicking toward us. Without a second thought, Xander scooped me up and made a beeline for his car. Even as he carried me, I kept up my game. I nuzzled against his chest like a needy kitten, going as far as tugging at the buttons on his shirt with my teeth.

His whole body went rigid, his heartbeat hammering under my cheek. Heat radiated off him like his self-control was barely holding together-if it even existed in the first place. So much for all that composed, cool-guy energy. Total myth.

Finally, Xander carried me to his car. As he leaned down to set me in the passenger seat, I looped my arms around his neck, leaning forward to press a kiss against his throat. Okay, yeah-I'll admit it. I wasn't just messing with him. I was messing with myself, too.

It had been months since Hayden and I broke up. Months. And during this little back-and-forth, something deep inside me stirred, my own buried desires clawing their way to the surface. It felt like I had been drugged.

Xander's grip tightened, halting me mid-move. His eyes locked on mine. "Take a good look. I'm Xander, not Hayden. Are you sure this is what you want?"

Not Hayden?

What a load of crap.

a kiss. I sucked hard, leaving a deep, angry mark on his skin -a bright-red rose blooming against

him. He didn't pull me closèr,

my body gave out and I sank back into the seat, breathless and trembling, did

him. His gaze met

I saw him.

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Chapter 703

The suppressed turmoil.

He's torn, isn't he?

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struggling with whatever reason he has to keep

him to admit the truth now would only

softly, "If you want it, I can give

was drugged? Was he offering himself to

honest, the idea of being with him-right here, right now-was beyond tempting. My pulse quickened at the thought. But the reality of his double life, of pretending he wasn't Hayden, kept

Yeah, buzzkill for sure.

he swallowed, the mark I'd left on him a vivid red against his skin. He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "If I don't charge you,