Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chad chuckled, "Molly..."

"Don't call me!" Molly snapped, her temper flaring.

And Chad did as he was told; he stopped calling her.

As they neared the Byrne residence, Molly's fear seemed to dissipate, replaced by a crafty little plan that started to take shape in her mind. Chad, with the occasional glance at his companion, caught the cunning sparkle in Molly's eyes.

He smirked relentlessly, all too familiar with the tiny schemes wiggling in her belly - he could taste every flavor of her little mind games! Was she planning to bolt from the car as soon as they arrived and play the victim to his parents, claiming he had coerced her?

Having come this far, Chad was resolved not to let her little calculations come to fruition.

The moment the car stopped, Molly was itching to fling the door open.

But Chad unbuckled his seatbelt and lunged across to the passenger seat, pinning her in place.

Startled by his sudden proximity, Molly gasped, "What the get back to confessing or something."

A devilish grin curled at the edge of Chad's lips as his left hand swiftly pinned Molly's hands, while his right wrapped around her back, pulling her closer. Before Molly could guess his next move, Chad leaned in, his lips finding the soft expanse of her delicate neck. The moment he touched her, Molly's body erupted in goosebumps, her neck becoming a canvas of hot, moist sensations that sent tingles down her legs.

Damn it, Chad was... was kissing her neck...

He anticipated her struggle, hence the preemptive restraint.

Molly's face was forced upward, her neck a playground for Chad's lips, sucking and nibbling with abandon.

She shook her head furiously to no avail - Chad's kiss only grew bolder, his mouth and tongue leaving a trail of warmth across her skin.

Her cheeks flamed with a blush she'd never known, treated in such a way for the first time. "Chad, let me go!"

being numb except

heat on her

teeth grazed her tender skin, he soothed the accidental bite

his head from her neck, admiring the cherry-red marks he had planted - his own brand of

along her jaw, leaving a

her fists clenched in a mix of anxiety and embarrassment, felt Chad's heat envelop

shoulders tighter, his final kiss planted fervently at the base of her collarbone, leaving a sound in the air that spoke

by now, she thought, unable to look down, forced to meet his kisses

her voice to a delicate whimper, her calls to him laced with an

called out "Chad," and the sweetness of her

restrain himself, he pulled away, panting, satisfied with the marks he had

into her eyes, his own drifting to her lips, contemplating a deeper kiss. But Molly pursed her lips tightly,

about turning the tables. The marks on your neck are evidence enough of what I've said. No one will believe your 'truth." Molly suddenly understood his motives for

"Chad, you're despicable."

her gaze squarely. "I think so

home and began to retreat, adamant not to

"Thinking of deserting the battlefield? Get over here. You have to face them sooner or

to study. I've got exams tomorrow, and I know nothing," Molly protested, attempting to flee

caught her coat's hood, pulling her into an embrace. "Even if you fail tomorrow, today you have to

fear death, I'm a coward," Molly rattled off

her. "Think about it, Vivian's at home too.

want to. It's better to spare a life than to build a seven-story pagoda, so

another angle. "We're not going in to tell them you're marrying

drag me down

was silent, then dragged Molly back to the Byrne

Aubree stepped outside and saw the two in