Consumed (8 page)

“I’m really sorry...” I apologize after a while. Honesty is the best policy, right? “He asked me if we were seeing each other and to spite him I didn’t deny it.”

He chuckles. “It’s no big deal. I’m just glad I was there to help you out of that shit storm.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I don’t blame him for being pissed though.” He runs a hand through his hair quickly, glancing at me before turning his attention back to the road. “I would’ve pulled you off that guy myself if your ex hadn’t showed up.”

I scoff. “You would have, would you?”

“Damn straight I would have. That guy was a fucking douche bag. You’re too... I don’t know—good to let a guy like that put his hands all over you.”

I’m annoyed by his words. I hate when people act like they know me... but, at the same time, I’m awed and I can’t stop the stupid warmth from spreading through my stomach. “Good?”

He nods. “Yeah, I mean that dress is a little on the bad side, but I can tell you’re a good girl at heart.”

He can tell? So far all I’ve done in his presence is stare at him, touch him and let a guy dance with me in a club. That doesn’t exactly scream ‘good girl’. I cross my arms and decide not to continue the conversation because for one, I’ll probably say something stupid. Two, I feel like vomiting and three, because any man that makes you want to take your clothes off and allow him to do anything to you within the first few minutes of meeting him is definitely the kind of man you want to stay away from. ‘BAD NEWS’ doesn’t come any clearer than that. Seth is sexy as sin and that makes me take the ‘Satan in a Sunday hat’ term more literal.

The rest of the drive is quiet and I peek at him sideways every now and then. His eyes are always glued to the road and one of his hands grip the steering wheel so tight his knuckles become white. The journey isn’t long and I’m so painfully aware of his presence I barely notice the streets and houses whipping past. Thankfully, the car eventually comes to a swift stop outside my house.

“Thank you.” I say without glancing at him. I open the door and slide out of the car. Behind me, I hear his door close too and my stomach clenches. What the hell am I meant to do now? He follows closely behind me as I go up the stairs and unlock my front door. I delay turning around for a few seconds, but when I do I’m face to face with Seth. My belated sensor light flicks on and illumines his features—the black hair, dark eyes with tiny golden rivers and finally a set of luscious lips, and all of them are inches away from me. My body knows it too. Everything inside me is tight and on full alert just waiting for me to give them the signal to let go. I step a little closer to him, encouraging him.

He’s looking at me, his eyes dancing while his mouth remains curved in a lopsided smirk. I have a sudden, wild urge to reach out and press my fingers to his perfect lips.

“I meant what I said.” He says. His voice is low and it draws my attention from his lips to his eyes. “You’re too good for guys like him...and me.”

I frown, defiantly. “Who says I’m good?”

Seth leans into me and my breath catches in my throat. He’s so close the scent of him tears through me and desire swells between my thighs. The cologne he’s wearing makes me want to close my eyes and inhale as deeply as I can, but I don’t because that would be creepy. I can’t be plain, boring
and
creepy. His eyes are focused on me as his hand slides firmly around my waist. My pulse hits overdrive and my skin prickles all over. I want to lick his chest and kiss his lips. I want to feel his rough hands all over my body.
Oh God
. I want it. It’s so wrong—so unlike me—but I can’t stop the pure, animalistic desire in the pit of my stomach.

“I
know
you’re good because you flush whenever I get close to you.” He leans in and I can feel his hot breath on my face, causing my pulse to skitter uncontrollably. “Your breathing either speeds up or disappears completely. And—” He slides a firm hand between my legs. I gasp and instinctively squeeze them shut—trapping him. His eyes continue to dance with devilish amusement as they taunt me. “Let’s just say, I can tell by how you react to me.”

I find myself incapable of speech as I remain frozen, completely entranced by the thick, rough hand trapped between my thighs. My breathing is deep and quick. I can feel the warmth of my blush beginning to spread down my neck and across my chest, and it feels as though my very skin is burning. His hand feels so good where it is and I don’t want to let it go.

“And if I wasn’t good?” I reply, slightly breathless. “What would happen tonight?”

“Nothing. If you weren’t good I would’ve had you in the shower room two days ago.”

Shower room? Did he come down the hallway to specifically find me? Had he honestly expected me to spread my legs for him in the shower room at my father’s gym? He’s confidence levels are annoyingly high. Reluctantly, I open my legs and he takes his hand back, but not before sliding his finger right across the center of my warmth. A half moan, half gasp falls involuntarily from my lips, but I’m too aroused to be embarrassed. He blinks for a second too long and his jaw noticeably tightens. I can see he’s trying to decide what to do right now and I pray that it’s not treat me like I’m good. His hand grabs the front of my dress and tugs me into him. I don’t have time to react appropriately before he grips my hips and presses the lips I’ve so desperately wanted to kiss, to my own. Something snaps inside me, and with a surge of hot arousal, I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him back with wild abandon. His tongue glides across my bottom lip, coaxing me into opening my mouth. I do and he wastes no time in darting his tongue inside. I’m not going to stop here—no way—in my little world, I’m way past the point of redemption. I want him and I want him right now. He tastes delicious and it’s amazing considering he was drinking beer not too long ago. Seth crushes his body against mine and his hands slide up my delicate curves and into my hair, urging me harder against him. My heart is racing and the desire between my legs grows stronger. Blade is in the back of my mind the whole time. I feel guilty, but I’m too aroused to stop. I have to tell myself over and over in my head that I’m not Blade’s. He isn’t my boyfriend. I’m my own person.

I’m free.

Seth’s hands leave my hair and wrap around my thighs as he lifts me like I weigh nothing. I surround his hips with my legs and grow a million times more aroused at the thought of his muscles being squeezed between my thighs. He speaks against my lips.

“We’re not doing this. Wholesome girls like you have no business being with boys like me.”

“Shh.” I crush my lips forcefully to his, not hesitating for a moment as I suck his bottom lip into my mouth before plunging my tongue between his lips. I don’t want to be good right now. I want to be bad. He opens my door and I’m glad I left the lights on before I left for the club otherwise I’ll miss the whole show. A small groan releases itself from his throat sending shockwaves of pleasure through my stomach. He lowers me onto the couch and his body, comes with me, pinning me hard against the cushions. I can feel every inch of him and the rough denim of his jeans cause goosebumps to break across every inch of the exposed flesh of my thighs
.
His obvious arousal presses firmly against my core as his mouth hungrily consumes mine. I moan against his lips as his rough hands reach under the hem of my dress and grasp my bare hip. His hand lingers there for a few seconds before he runs a finger along my stomach and then lower along the edge of my underwear. I shudder, rocking my hips against him. I want him to touch me there and I want him to lick me there. I want him to do anything and everything. His eyes flicker onto mine and fireworks explode inside of me.

“Easy.” He breathes, his voice dripping like melted chocolate. “I just want to touch.”

He grins victoriously as I nod and his finger sides against my inner thigh and slips under the fabric. Strange ripples shoot through my body as he caresses my smooth center. He groans low in his throat, and the sound spurs me onward as I thrust my hips harder against him. Seth shakes his head, dropping it onto my chest. He nips at my neck and slides his finger between my creases. I grip his shoulders and sink my teeth into my bottom lip to block a whimper. His breathing is hard and labored as he lifts his eyes to my face. “I want to do so many things to you, right now, but I can’t.” He pulls his hands from between my legs and exhales “I can’t.”

He catches my bottom lip with his teeth and I groan in protest as he lifts himself off of me. This is not happening. I’m too aroused, too far gone to stop now. Beside, I’m the one who just broke up with her long term boyfriend, aren’t I meant to be the one freaking out and putting a stop to sex with a stranger? I’m the one who’s supposed to get the sudden attack of morality, not him. I pull myself into a sitting position and watch as he makes his way to the door.

“Seth, where are you going?” I can’t keep the annoyed, disappointed tone from my voice.

He opens the door and leans his head against the wood. He opens his mouth to say something, but his phone rings, cutting off whatever he was going to say to me. Sadly, I think it has something to do with me being good. God damn it! Immediately, he pulls it from his back pocket and brings it to his ear.

“Hello? Yes, I am.” He sighs and I see his jaw clench. “Okay. I’ll be right there.” His brown eyes rake me. “I have to go.” He exhales before leaving and closing the door behind him.

What. The. Hell.

With a grunt, I kick my shoes off and drop back into the sofa. Was I really just rejected for sex? Fine, I’m not a whore, but I sure as shit am not a child either. Maybe I should have stayed at the club with the gropey guy. He wasn’t too bad and there’s no way he would’ve left me here sexually frustrated.

I drag myself from the couch to the bathroom.
A shower would be so fantastic right now.
The hot water gushes over me and I just stand there, letting it caress me. My eyes sting as my make-up runs into them. I hate forgetting to use a make-up wipe before a shower, Selena’s stuff burns like acid. My skin still tingles and pulsates with Seth’s touch and I want him to come back. I want him to finish what he started. Under the hot water, I become even more flustered and thinking about what happened in my lounge room minutes ago is driving me crazy. I’ve never wanted sex so badly in my life and I just know Seth is good at it. The way he makes me feel with his hands alone is enough for me to go off.

I trot from the shower, dejected and tightly coiled with my pink towel wrapped tightly around my body. My room is dark and I don’t bother switching the light on. I fall onto my bed, my hair still damp from the shower and I close my eyes. I want to sleep and forget tonight ever happened. Now that I’ve gathered my thoughts, I feel embarrassed. I should have acted with a bit more class or at least showed some restraint considering I hardly know the guy. But I can’t around him. He’s too magnetic—too sexy and confident and I like it. Behind my eyelids his full lips smile at me while his chocolate eyes watch me. An eternity later, I’m still awake and thinking about him.

“Fucking Seth.” I groan, pressing play on the iPod dock on my bedside table.

I figure music will help drown out his image. The first song to play is
Me & U by Cassie
and I quickly slap the ‘next’ button. The last thing I need is a sexually charged song to keep me awake. Thankfully,
Wonderwall by Oasis
plays straight after and I’m able to fall asleep to Liam Gallagher’s beautifully unique voice.

Chapter Six

I open my eyes. The alarm clock on my bedside table says it’s nine a.m. I yawn, rub the sleep from my eyes and look again.

9:00 A.M.

Fuck!

I sit bolt upright and the duvet falls away, exposing me to the cool morning air. I hit stop on my iPod, too bleary eyed and disoriented to realize what song is playing. I fly out of bed and move so quickly I swear my feet never touch the ground. Mason is going to be pissed. He gave me two days off and I still can’t get my shit together. Naked, I search my house for my phone. I find it on the kitchen bench and check my notifications. There’s a bunch from Blade, a bunch from Selena and million and one from Mason.
Shit. This is bad
. I quickly dial him back.

“Good Morning, Guyer and Peterson psychology, this is Mason.”

I twist my fingers in my mess of hair. “Mason, hi.”

“Olivia?”

“Yeah, I over-slept I’m so sorry.” I chew on my nails.

“I gave you two days, Olivia. You had
two days
to clear your head and come back to work. I don’t think—”

“I ran into Blade last night and he messed with my head.” I interrupt. It wasn’t entirely a lie. I did run into Blade, but he didn’t mess with my head... not like Seth did anyway.

“You two are still over?”

“Most definitely...”

He exhales. “Can you get here in half an hour?”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”