Page 60 of Betraying Him
His brows rise, his mouth making an O shape, and I know I’ve surprised him. “I see,” he murmurs and heads toward me, where I stand on the mats. My hands are at my sides, and I shift from foot to foot, uncomfortable with the entire thing.
I can’t take my eyes off him as he approaches, and there’s something unfamiliar in his eyes. He’s not looking at me with hatred, ire, or annoyance. His expression is completely open, almost vulnerable,
“If you’ve been training with Logan since freshman year, then why did you never use any of the moves he taught you on me?”
Why did I never...?
I blink, my breath catching as my brain tries to fight to catchup.
“Why would I?” I whisper, my heart almost beating out of my chest.
Does he really think the act I put on was real, and that I didn’t want it to happen?
“I know a part of you always wanted what we did,” he starts, his eyes darting to the side as he swallows. “But sometimes I wonder if I was just seeing what I wanted to see. So, was I? Was that why you didn’t fight back? Or did I just not give you the chance?”
Oh, Harley…
Clearly, finding me in that alley has made him question things, and no matter how much he hates me, he’d never want to purposely force me into anything. So, taking a deep breath, I do the one thing Iknowwill make him understand that he never took me against his will.
I show him.
I surge forward and throw a punch to his gut. He goes to block me, but he’s seconds too slow. I make sure not to let the punch have too much force behind it, but it still removes the air from his lungs, and he bends over to catch his breath. Rather than getting pissed, he straightens, a wide grin on his face.
He tilts his head from side to side and shakes out his body. “Alright, little devil. Let’s do this.”
He charges toward me, his hands coming out to grab my waist, but I sidestep at the last minute. The sudden change in move has him stumbling, and he fights to right himself before spinning around to face me. He huffs, but he still doesn’t get mad. No, he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
We keep going, neither of us ever getting the better of the other, until I change tactics and decide to just go for it. I let him get his arms around me, thinking he’s finally gotten the better of me, and that’s when I strike. I kick out my leg, making himlose his balance, so we both go tumbling to the mats. He flips us over at the last second, taking the brunt of our weight.
He tries to shove me off him, but I tighten my legs around his hips and grab his arms, pinning them above his head so he can’t move.
“If I wanted to fight you, I would.”
His breathing is as heavy as mine, his eyes dark. His tongue peeks out of his mouth and swipes across his lower lip, making heat gather in my gut.
Fuck, why is that so hot?
I shift, and it’s only then that I realize he’s hard beneath me. I let go of his hands, but just as I’m about to stand, his hands grab my hips, holding me in place before his head surges up and his mouth meets mine.
FORTY-THREE
HARLEY
Electric.
That’s the only way I can describe the way it feels for my lips to touch hers.
It feels like coming home.
It feels like regret, because I should have been doing this all along.
It feelsright.
Savannah tenses above me, and I freeze, waiting for her to jump away from me, but she stays completely still, her eyes fluttering open before she tilts her head the tiniest bit.
“What are we doing?” she whispers, her breath fanning across my cheek, and I have to force myself to lie there, unmoving, even though my dick is so hard it hurts. All I want to do is roll us over and pin her beneath me.
“Do you not want to?” I blurt, shame filling me that, once again, I’ve taken her choice away.
