“So, why did you just try to lie to me?”
Elle really didn’t know why other than it honestly was a reflex at this point.
Nero grabbed her hair, moving her head higher. “Why did you just lie to me?”
Elle had definitely had enough. “You don’t have to be so grouchy in the morning. Go to bed earlier if you’re so damn tired.”
Elle saw something break in Nero’s eyes. What she had just said to him had clearly sent him over the edge. She realized she probably shouldn’t have said that when his lips slammed down on hers. This time, the butterfly feeling came back stronger. She didn’t think it was possible, but Nero was much hungrier than the last time he’d kissed her.
Elle forgot all about his attitude and placed her hands on his chest. The way he was kissing her made her start to kiss back this time.
Nero grabbed her hip with his free hand, pulling her even closer to his body. Elle could feel his bulge grow on the lower part of her belly, making her realize what was going on. She tried to push his chest away and Nero bit her lip. Ouch. He then sucked it in his mouth to take the pain away, making Elle forget how turned on Nero was getting. He had started to do things to her with the way he was licking her lips, trying to enter. He pulled her hair a little harder with no success.
Elle heard him grit out the word “open” on her lips. She didn’t like when he pulled away to talk, her own desire making her mind crumble. She opened her mouth.
The feeling of his tongue entering her mouth was one Elle didn’t think she’d like, but when their tongues met, Elle wondered why she had fought it so hard. His tongue managed to get hers to release from her mouth, giving him the opportunity Nero had been waiting for. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, making Elle rise to the tip of her toes and dig her nails into his chest. She involuntarily let a moan escape from her lips.
The moan made Nero do the opposite of what Elle had thought he would do. He pulled his lips from hers, making her return to her feet. He then rested his forehead on hers as they breathed heavily. Elle could still feel his bulge before he pulled his hips slightly away, yet Elle was aware it had only grown bigger.
After a few seconds, Elle caught her breath and realized what had happened between them.
“You bit me!” She touched her lip to see if there was any blood. There wasn’t, but her lip felt a little swollen.
Nero laughed. “Technically, you asked me to. Remember?”
“I was being sarcastic.” Elle licked her lip to see if she tasted blood, feeling it start to pulsate.
Nero got the hungry look in his eye again. She thought he was going to give her another rough kiss, but this time, he tenderly kissed her bottom lip, letting his tongue swipe over the part that felt like it was burning.
He raised his head up. “Better?”
Elle didn’t think a guy like Nero could be that sweet, yet the way he had done that had caused her heart to sink to her stomach, joining the butterflies that still filled it.
Elle’s ability to form words had fled her at that point, and as a result, she just nodded her head.
Nero grinned. “Good.” He finally released his body from hers, giving her room to move so he could open her door. “We’re gonna be late.”
Elle slid in the car, her mind starting to return. Very slowly, apparently.
He opened his door and got in. “By the way, don’t think I forgot you tried to lie to me again.”
Her mind fully returned. “So, how long is it gonna take for me to turn into a wolf, so I can run the hell away from you?”
Chapter Fifteen
I Want a Fucking Hug
Nero got a good laugh out of that one. She had never heard him laugh like that before. His mood had greatly improved. Yeah, because he finally got to stick his tongue down my throat.
“Just don’t lie to me again. I’m not going to put up with it the next time.”
Elle knew she should really start cutting down the lies. “Fine, I won’t lie to you anymore.”
Nero looked at her, and when he was satisfied with her answer, he started the car. Once he was on the road, Elle decided to ask the question that had been bothering her all last night.
“How did you know I’m seventeen?” She kept her eyes on Nero.
“All the seniors are either seventeen or eighteen. I just went with the one that popped in my head first. Lucky guess.” She watched Nero not move his eyes from the road. She knew Nero had only had two options. There was a fifty-fifty shot.
“How old are you?”
“Turned eighteen in August.”
“Feel any different?” Elle was curious if she would feel like an adult, even though she felt like an adult already.
“Other than the fact I can buy cigarettes and get charged as an adult, nope.”
Elle laughed hard. She’d figured that was about how it would feel.
Nero looked at Elle and she quit laughing as he grabbed her hand. Looking at his hand woven in hers, she noticed again it actually looked much worse than yesterday.