Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

For God’s sake, he took you home and bought you soup.

If he was a secret psychopath, I think he would’ve chosen that particular moment to murder you.

Then again, I had been sick and gross. Perhaps he hadn’t wanted a transference of germs.

My mind raced, demented with the noise and lights.

Then the bridge juddered beneath my toes and I knew—just knew—he’d found the staircase and was only a few seconds behind me.

I flew.

My feet clanged on the metal as I headed left at a fork and darted down another set of stairs to vanish into a small tent that smelled faintly of marijuana and had a glow-in-the-dark painting in the shape of Professor Einstein.

I huddled in the dark, waiting for him to either shoot me or appear in the entrance where I’d shoot him.

He did neither.

Arms wrapped around me from behind.

I screamed.

His lips landed on my ear. “It’s just me.”

I froze as his gun clattered to the floor and he spun me around. Breathing hard, he yanked away my weapon and tossed it with his. “Gotcha.”

I trembled.

I didn’t know why he hadn’t shot me. This wasn’t part of the game. But I couldn’t speak as he walked me backward and backward, faster and faster until my spine slammed against Einstein’s nose. Grabbing my wrists, he yanked them above my head.

I groaned as his lower half pressed against mine, welding his hard cock against my belly, driving his thigh against my clit. “Tell me now if this is a problem and I’ll stop.”

I shivered as his nose grazed my cheek.

His teeth nipped at my jaw. “I thought I could go slow with you. I thought I could wait until after the game, take you for a nice meal—even though you told me not to—and then kiss you sweetly when I dropped you off home.”

His voice changed to a deep rasp. “But that was before you shot me. Twice. That was before you ran away from me and activated cave man urges I didn’t know I had.”

His breath scorched my skin as he pressed a kiss on my throat. “So, Vesper. What’s it gonna be? Can I kiss you?” He rocked his hips, pressing me harder against the wall.

I didn’t have control over my body anymore. All I felt was heat and pulsating deep in my core that matched the mayhem music around us.

“Can I taste you before I go out of my fucking mind?” His growl made me drenched.

Who was this man? He’d successfully hidden this sexuality beneath cute pickup lines, impatient quips, and the caring stares of a man who rescued dogs as a hobby. I’d seen hints of an opinionated asshole at the beginning, but I didn’t see him anymore.

I would never have guessed being with him would be like this.

Like every dream come true.

“I need an answer, Ves,” he grunted, his teeth teasing my ear lobe. “Can I? Jesus, please tell me I can kiss you.”

Vocabulary wasn’t something I could achieve in my current condition.

So a nod would have to do.

The moment my chin tilted up then down, it was over.

Not just the game but also my life as I knew it.