Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“What do you mean?” Again, she licks her lips. Is this turning her on? Thinking about me rubbing one out to her every night? If I flipped up that skirt of hers, would she be wet for me? Fuck. I’d die to bury my face there right now.
"I am an asshole," I admit. "When it comes to what I want, I can be a dick."
"Okay." Her brows pull together, not following me.
"If you think you're average or whatever bullshit you just said, it's because you don't get asked out on dates; that’s due to me." Her expression turns to pure confusion. “I’m both sorry and not sorry at the same time.” This time it’s me who shrugs my shoulders. I refuse to lie to her.
“I’m not following, Jax. What the heck does people not asking me out on dates have to do with you?” As soon as the words leave her mouth, I can see the lightbulb go off. Her beautiful brown eyes widen as she comes to the conclusion that I’ve kept the boys at school at bay. Well, if I’m being honest, not just the ones at school. “How?”
“I think you know the answer to that, Bunny. But if you want me to elaborate, let's just say by any means necessary. One of the positives of being a Marino and my family's reputation.” I swear I see a small smile touch Kinsley’s lips before she masks it. Which gives me a huge sense of relief and tells me all I need to know. She likes the level of obsession I have with her.
“You know that’s so messed up, right?”
“Told you I can be a dick when it comes to what I want.”
“And you want me and don’t share?” She rolls her eyes, shaking her head at the same time.
“I can share, just not when it comes to you.”
“Wow.” Kinsley starts playing with the end of one of her braids. "I don't know how to respond to that."
"Because it should bother you, and it doesn't?"
"I didn't say it doesn't bother me. I just think it's bullshit that you're bullying boys away from me while who knows what you're up to. You don't see me chasing girls off from you."
"You don't need to."
"Seriously?" She cocks her head to the side, and I can tell from her expression she's starting to get pissed. Is it because she's thinking about me with another girl?
I kick my legs over the side of the bed, going straight for her. Kinsley has nowhere to go. Her ass is still pressed to my desk. I have her, dropping one of my hands on each side of her, so there is no escape.
"Jax?"
"I want to make things real clear," I tell her. "I don't settle. I go after what I want. I don't waste my time on people who don't matter. I keep my circle tight, and almost no one gets in." I stare into those gorgeous eyes of hers, our lips so damn close to one another’s. It takes all of my self-control not to lean in a few inches more and steal a kiss.
All of us had gotten that talk when we'd hit our teens. The one about not thinking with your dick. That never ends well. It always comes to bite you in the ass. You'd better know who the person is before you put your dick inside of them and possibly tie them to us forever.
"What are you saying?" Her eyes search my face.
"There aren't any girls for you to worry about, and there won't be. So get that thought out of your pretty little head."
“No girls to worry about. There’s no way you’re that obtuse, Jax.” Kinsley lets out a laugh as though I’ve said the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard in her life.
I do the only thing that I can at that moment. I take her mouth with mine. Not to silence her but to show her that she’s mine and she’ll be the only girl that ever will be.
Chapter Twelve
KINSLEY
Jax’s mouth takes mine, his hand cupping the back of my neck, holding me in place as his mouth moves against mine. When his tongue traces the seam of my lips, I let out a small gasp, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His hold on my neck is growing firmer but is still tender in a way I don’t understand, but I find I’m loving every single second of it.
I kiss him back, my tongue tangling with his. A predator's growl rumbles from him. Warning bells should be going off in my head. This man is dangerous, and I don’t mean physically.
Wherever Jax is, he consumes everything around him without trying. You can feel him inside of a room, all your instincts rising to be alert to the predator in the room. I should be running, but I find that’s the last thing my mind or body wants to do.