Free Everything You Need by Evelyn Lyes Page B

Yes, she looked like Kate and yes, that was why he had asked her to pose for him, but... She was Kris, the sweet girl who hid behind shyness as if it were a shield.
    “I talked to your friend; Mary, I think her name is.”
    “Mary? When? What did she say?” Nothing good probably.
    “That you sleep around and that you want to sleep with me.”
    It was true, on both accounts. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I do want to have sex with you.” He touched her shoulder and leaned over her. “Is that a bad thing? To find you attractive?”
    A sigh left her throat. “I don’t want you --”
    “I’m not saying that you have to sleep with me. It’s just... I like you. A lot.”
    She pressed her fingers against her temple. “Don’t tell me things that you think I want to hear, please,” she said in a small voice.
    “I’m not saying that you are beautiful or that I like you because I think you want to hear that.”
    “Than why?”
    “Because it’s true.”
    “To get me into bed.”
    He waved at the surroundings. “There’s no bed here.”
    “You know what I mean.”
    This time it was he who sighed. “Yes, it’s true, I want to sleep with you, I already said that, but I won’t lie to you to get you to have sex with me.”
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “Promise?”
    He couldn’t help but smile. She was cute.
    Her gaze darkened. “Promise?”
    “I promise.” With the back of his knuckles he caressed her face. “Oh, Kris, if you really knew what you are doing to me...” The truth would scare her away, but maybe scaring her away was a good thing -- for her, that was. She should know what kind of a guy he was; the good, the bad, and the worst. She should see the crudest version of him, that was the least he could do for her. He stepped closer.
    She shifted backwards, her arm bumped against the wall. “What am I doing to you?”
    “You are driving me crazy.”
    She frowned.
    “So crazy.” He bent down and his mouth brushed against the curve of her ear. “I want to touch you, to slide my hands over your body and to feel your body’s every dip, every curve.”
    She took a step backwards.
    He followed and, setting his forearm beside her head, he trapped her between the wall and his body. “I want to bury myself in you.” An image of her flushed face and slightly opened mouth flashed before his eyes; he could see her writhing under him. “I want to fuck you, hard,” he said, refusing to use a milder word, because that’s how he was, he fucked; he didn’t make love, even though he wanted to make love to her, slowly and gently at first and then hard and fast.
    Shivering, she lowered her head.
    “I want to fuck you so hard that you can still feel my cock inside you the next day.” He wanted to imprint himself into her so deeply that she would never be able to forget him, that she wouldn’t be able to erase the memory of him from her mind, that he would haunt her the same way she was haunting him -- but it wasn’t her who was haunting him. It was Kate.
    She swallowed and her breathing accelerated.
    His fingers slipped over her jaw, stopping at the side of her neck, where he could feel the rushed beat of her pulse. “I’m the kind of guy who would sleep with you and then the next day I might not be able to recognize your face.” He closed his eyes. Not that that would be ever possible with her. He had been dreaming of her face and he had more than a thousand drawings of it. “I’m the kind of guy who likes to live on the edge. I drink and fight, and I’m not picky about who I have sex with. And right now I want to have sex with you. I need to fuck you.” His eyelids fluttered open and his hand curled around her shoulder. He shifted backwards. “If you don’t want to, you should leave, immediately.”
    “I don’t want to leave,” she said, without lifting her eyes to his.
    Why? he wanted to ask. Why would you sleep with somebody who had just told you that he might ignore you the next day?