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Wicked Idol(4)
Author: Becker Gray

I scowled. Maybe no one had told her how things worked here. I asked the questions. New girl provided the answers. That’s how it was supposed to go.

“Don’t you know it’s back-to-school night?”

The narrowed eyes turned into a full-fledged scowl. She lifted a brow. “You might remember my father is the headmaster? I don’t need to be there for back-to-school night.”

“Well, then, does your father know you’re here?”

There, in her eyes, that quick shift of her gaze, and then the slamming shut of the book. “Look, this library is enormous. We can both find corners and avoid each other, right?”

“Oh no, if you look, the library is really only big enough for one of us.”

“Well, I’m not leaving. So you can either get used to that idea or find somewhere else to hide.”

“Who said I was hiding?” Why did she see so damn much?

“Come on, everyone else is with their parents, having fun, taking a break from classes, introducing their friends, introducing their teachers. You’re skulking around the library with me. You already know I’m avoiding my parents. Why are you avoiding yours?”

I studied her. She wasn’t beautiful. Not in the ordinary sense of the word. But she was striking, completely engaging. From her bright red hair to those blue eyes. The dusting of freckles on her nose. Her straight, even, white teeth to that complete doll bow of a mouth. A bottom lip plump enough to make me want to bite it.

“You know those pigtail things make you look like you’re twelve.”

She frowned at that. “That the best you got? I asked you a question.”

I shrugged. “You’re in my hiding spot. I’m not really one for the whole parental love fest.” Also . . . neither was my mother.

“I didn’t see your name on it. It’s a library. Everyone is welcome to come and read books.”

What was it about her that irritated me so much? I didn’t like that she was in my space. I didn’t like that she’d taken my sanctuary. I didn’t like that she so casually stood here, wrecking the only peace and quiet I knew I was going to find today.

I didn’t like her, period. “You have ten minutes to find your book and get out.”

She hopped down from the ladder, placing one of the books on the ground on her neat little stack of other books. “Oh, I think I’ll stay.”

“I think you didn’t hear me.”

She tilted her chin up. “Oh, I heard you. I just don’t care. I’ve looked and looked, but I can’t seem to find a fuck to give about your opinion.”

I don’t know what possessed me, but I boxed her in, causing her to back up against the books. “You are a mouthy little thing, aren’t you?” I reached out a finger and toyed with a stray tendril of hair. “What I’m curious about is what would make the headmaster’s daughter hide.”

“I don’t think you’d get it if I told you. Besides, you don’t get something for nothing. I tell you, you tell me.”

“That’s not how this works.”

“Oh my god, you’re so full of yourself.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Somehow, fighting with this girl made my skin tingle. I could feel it reverberating from my toes to the top of my head. She was irritating. A complete klutz. Mouthy. I didn’t like that at all.

My dick was eager as ever to disagree with me. He and I were currently not on speaking terms as every time I thought about Iris, he got hard. Like a moron. “I don’t think I like you very much.”

She tilted her chin and smiled up at me, completely unafraid. Her gaze locked on mine, too direct, seeing more than I wanted her to. I planted both hands on either side of her head. “Tell me why you’re hiding in here.”

“Like I said, you first.”

Her tongue peeked out to lick her bottom lip, and I bit back a groan.

What the fuck was that?

I wanted to go and slide up to that flame that sparked around her, like a clueless moth, flapping to my death. And when she licked her lips again, I forgot all about why I shouldn’t do this or how stupid it would be if I did.

Nope. Instead, I just leaned in and kissed her.

She tasted like strawberries. Sweet, with a little chaser of sharp tang. When she parted her lips in a gasp, I deepened the kiss. Licking into her mouth. Desperate to taste what I could before this all ended.

But still, a part of me waited. I waited for her to push me away. I waited for her to tell me to stop. I waited for that signal.

I wanted that signal. I wanted her to set that line I would not cross. But, instead, she let me kiss her.

Even better, or worse, depending on how you looked at it, she kissed me back.

I angled my head with a groan, dipping my knees slightly so I could capture her mouth better. She was so small in comparison to me.

My tongue stroked over hers, darting and playing and sliding. She further tortured me by making this meowing sound at the back of her throat. Did she know that it made me want to take up residence right fucking here and never leave?

The sound was part whimper, part moan, and all mine. It was the kind of kiss that was full of promise. Still, warning bells rang in the back of my mind because I should not be kissing this girl. I did not have time for this shit.

Hell, I didn’t even like this girl.

Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that.

Despite myself telling my brain not to give in to the command, my hands slid to her face, and then in her hair. I fought with the braids until they started to unravel. With the silken weight of her hair flooding over my fingers, I cupped her cheeks and a whimper broke. The clash of our tongues sent a shiver with a lava chaser through my veins. I wanted to consume her. I could kiss her forever.

Before I knew what I was doing, she mewled again and arched her back, bringing her hips slightly forward, seeking . . .

I would like to be able to say that this kiss was nothing, that I didn’t care, that she was only mildly fuckable, and I was bored with no one better to do. But that little motion told me that she wanted me . . . me, not anyone else, me.

It meant I could no longer walk away. I could no longer trust my thoughts and actions, because I slid my hands further into her tresses, tightening my grip, and I shook the leashes of control off, kissing her for everything I was worth, making the kiss count for everything with a girl I didn’t like.

She was just someone I needed in this moment. Just call her a chaser of bad dreams, because with my lips on hers, I didn’t think about the loneliness. I didn’t take into account how isolated I felt most of the day. It didn’t occur to me to feel unwanted, unloved, because in this moment, this girl who I barely knew, was letting me kiss her and she was kissing me back.

When she rolled her hips again, a growl broke the hushed moans.

Was that me?

It must have been, because I pressed her body into the stacks, my hands sliding down to her waist, then her ass. I picked her up, bracing her against the shelves. Squeezing her ass and holding her the way that I needed so her heat gyrated against my dick.

Fuck. Me.

I felt like the top of my head was going to blow off. Like I’d voluntarily tied myself up with a live wire and I couldn’t fucking stop.

What was I doing? I had to think about Clara. This would be bad for the two of us if someone fucking saw.

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