Chapter Four:

The instant his lips touched mine, I was in for.

I grasp his face, clutching him to be closer. His arms sling around my waist, holding me with the same persistence I have for him. I feel his mouth moving hot and fast, giving me the feeling of want for him.

He's making it so hard for me to say no. He makes me want to be bad again.

All I feel is rushed movements. Hands, arms, mouths, torsos. It's urgent, and I've never felt something so strong and alluring before this.

My lips part, and Trey takes the advantage. His tongue sneaks inside, feeling me, understanding me, even if that's possible. But I can sense it like a premonition. He makes me feel things.

Although he moves fast, my tongue thrashes against his until they meet in unison. My eyes roll back, and I lose all control of my body.

Just like that, he has me under the force of his thumb, I'm wrapped around his finger, he has utter control over me.

If this were a contest, he won already. He is the proud victor, and I am the ditzy loser.

Trey pulls back, the sound of our mouths leaving each other echoes in the air. My head rocks uneasily on my neck, but he stays straight, confident. I'm dazed and impressed.

Who would have known he'd be such an amazing kisser? I only hoped. And it blew my mind.

His eyes glance me over again. "I bet you want more," he licks his lips.

My heart pulses in my ear. I want more than you can give me. It's too much for me to ask of you.

The way the thought flickers in my mind is like the way someone flicks water at you. It's quick and instant, and causes you to clench your eyes shut in a reflex.

Do it, that familiar and seductive voice whispers. Give in, let him take you away. Let him give you what you desire. DO IT BEFORE HE TAKES IT BACK!

Before I can think twice, my hand reaches out to him and rests on his inner thigh. For a second, I think I surprised him. His eyes rapidly move from my gaze, down to where my skinny fingers touch his rough jeans, and then back up again.

"Maybe," I breathe out, my voice coming out a bit choppy. "Maybe we could go back to your place -" I swallow hard in between words, "-and have some fun."

That proud smirk returns onto his face. My fingers twitch in response, and I watch him shudder. "I thought you'd never ask."

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After gathering everything from the beach, we got into the car and were off on the road. We didn't get to his house until maybe half an hour later. By then, the air in the vehicle was off the charts. It took everything from me to not jump him right then and there.

He pulls up to the curb of a quiet and dark street. The only thing that lights our path is the single light post that stands tall just a few feet from where we park. It's difficult for me to see his face before we get inside.

Trey holds the front door open for me once it's unlocked. Walking inside, the room is dark and the air is cold.

Did somebody forget to turn the heat on?

Suddenly, I feel a warmth over my back. The material of Trey's cotton tee shirt and his rough jacket scrap against the skin my dress doesn't cover. I inhale sharply, his hands dragging from my hips up to my waist.

"Hmm," he hums in my ear, blowing air onto the side of my face. "You smell so good."

I swallow hard, closing my eyes and leaning against him. It takes everything from me not to turn around and push him against any available object. I guess the moan that left my mouth will suffice.

His fingers brush my hair from my shoulder, and I feel his lips move from my ear to my throat.

"Oh God," I hiss in a shaky voice. Any time now, my legs could give out. Would he catch me?

He chuckles softly, his hands still moving on my body, never stopping. "You want me, don't you?"

"Yes," my voice shakes like I'm trapped during an earthquake. "Fuck, yes."

My fingers twitch, and I clench them into fists. It takes everything from me to not to turn around and strip him completely. I bite my lip, digging into the skin until it breaks, a metallic taste hits my tongue.

"Do you want me to stop?" he pants against my ear. He keeps me blind from his expression. All I can do is feel his presence, hear his strong words, and smell his spicy scent. It heightens me to the point of no return.

I shake my head rapidly, fear gripping my mind. "No," My arms swing back, and I cup his ass. "Don't stop." I kind of know he wouldn't stop, and that it was just a teasing tactic.

These mind games are severely messing with me.

His cold hands begin to unzip the back of my dress. I arch my back in response to the action and because of how fucking cold his hands are.

"You do something to me, Rachel," he whispers smoothly. "I don't know what it is, but you drive me insane."

Oh, if he only knew... "I feel like you've casted a spell over me. I want you so bad, Trey."

Sharply, he spins me around until I'm right in front of him. "Then let me give you want you want." His hands drift from my waist, and down my legs as he crouches and moves with them.

"No," I try to take a step back, but his grip is strong, and has me locked in place. "Trey, no."

He goes still, stays down where his face is nearly under my dress and his hands flat against my bare thighs. His eyes flicker up. "What?"

I move to swat his hands away. "I don't like that." I hiss. "I don't let guys go down on me."

A smirk lights up on his face. "Oh." He finally stands, giving me a quick sigh of relief. But my heart flings into my throat when he unbuckles his belt and he shoves me down onto my knees.

"Hell no!" I twist away, but fall onto my ass. Trey stands over me, giving me a look of disgust. "I don't suck cock either!"

He throws his hands into the air. "Then what the fuck do you do? 'Cause I'm no fan of missionary, or anything that's fucking boring!"

I fall quiet, catching my breath on the floor. What the hell is wrong with him? He just isn't the guy I thought he was. I'm so over it.

"You know what?" I push myself up off the floor. I swipe my hands together to rid them of the dusty floor. "I'm not in the mood anymore."

Fury burns in his eyes. He shoves me back when I move to pass him. "Don't you fucking dare."

I pant hard, looking him square in the eyes. "Get out of my way. I'm done here."

"No!" He points a finger at me, and I feel like he just jabbed me in the throat. I stumble backwards. "You don't get to do that! Flirt your ass off, work me up, and then leave! Look at me!" He gestures to the bulge in his jeans. "You aren't leaving until you satisfy me."

What the fuck? "Are you threatening me?"

He narrows his eyes at me. "Yes."

For a second, I feel scared. He was forcing me to "satisfy" him or else. But then, I realize how ridiculous this is. I laugh, catching him by surprise. "Really? With what? You don't even know me."

Trey smirks again. But it sends a chill down my spine, one that feels different from before. This grin is different. It scares me. "But I do, Rachel Sommers."

I become paralyzed. He knows my last name. My real last name.

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