Has Your Desire for My Body Not Ended?

Tara Blakewood POV

“Kaiden, anyone could see us like this. Stay away from me.”

I felt his hands on my waist, holding me, moving against my skin in intimate circles. Ethan had tried something similar, but I never allowed it.

He pulled his hand from my waist and moved it to the left side of my neck. A new, intense sensation settled in me, twisting deep in my stomach.

My whole body froze as he lowered the collar of my shirt. He began spreading sinful breaths across the skin of my neck. I felt his hand, which had moved my hair aside, creeping down to my thigh over the skirt. His touch sent shivers straight through me.

Something soft pressed gently against my neck, right into the hollow. Damn... was he kissing me? Not just once, but multiple times.

Suddenly, his words echoed in my mind: “I was just playing with you.”

I gathered the scattered pieces of myself.

His hand would have gone lower, but I stopped him. This must never happen.

“You’re married, and I’m engaged! Damn it, have you lost your mind…”

I screamed, my voice filling the space. Then I pushed him with all my strength.

As soon as his hands moved away, I hurried toward my car to escape. But I didn’t get far before I felt his palm encircle my neck from behind with enough force to stop me.

His shoes hit the ground, and I realized he was approaching. In a swift move, he made me turn, trapping me against my car. His hands pinned both of mine behind my back, his legs bracketing my waist. Damn it, I was completely trapped.

His face was inches from mine. I turned my head to the side, but it didn’t last. He gripped my jaw gently, turned my face to meet his, and pressed his thumb and forefinger against my cheeks, making my lips pout outward.

I tried to shake my head from side to side, to free myself, moving my body as well.

“Your fiancé? Something you don’t mention or think about when you’re in front of me.”

My eyes widened at his words. How could he ask me not to think about my fiancé, when I was supposed to live with him in two months?

“Stay away from me!”

The words came out muffled because of the pressure on my cheek, which already hurt.

I noticed the smile on his lips a wicked, mischievous curve.

“I didn’t hear you clearly.”

I thought he was toying with me. Someone as sharp as him could surely understand what I said.

“Stay away from me!”

I repeated it, trying to make it clearer, even though I knew he was only playing with me to make me stop.

He released my face, not moving it to the side again, probably to avoid repeating what he had done. I bet his long fingers left marks on my cheek that’s why he looked there.

I was about to speak, but he interrupted, shifting his weight off me.

“Now, I’ll ignore your voice this one time… if you get into the car.”

“I won’t.”

I said stubbornly, leaning back.

“The car, or… I won’t repeat myself.”

His tone was laced with anger, though he tried not to lose his temper with me. I could see that clearly.

I looked into his eyes again, and the sharpness of his gaze made me realize I had lingered too long. He gestured with his foot toward the car door he had opened for me. At least he was acting like a gentleman.

I kept watching him from the corner of my eye.

His masculine, tempting presence beside me in the driver’s seat… I was thinking about a married man like this.

I followed the line of his thighs with my eyes until I reached the area between them. He was sitting there, doing nothing inappropriate—so why did his size look so noticeable?

Clearly, that’s his real size. You’re not small, Tara, so ignoring this isn’t possible. I suppose that’s why his wife obeyed him back then; the size was painful.

Oh, my mind, why are you thinking this? I turned my eyes away from his private area, away from the strong masculine scent that had clouded my thoughts.

“Has your desire for my body not ended? Or should I shift to a more comfortable position so I don’t disturb you with staring?”

He didn’t speak with words his words alone made me stop looking and turn toward his perfect face.

“What do you mean? I wasn’t looking at you…”

I said firmly, trying hard to regain control after pushing those thoughts away from my mind.

“Then, where were you looking? For your information, I notice everything. Do you want me to tell you?”

“What?”

Did he notice my glances toward his thighs and… that? Damn it, how would I look to him now? I didn’t answer.

My phone rang. I grabbed it from the small car compartment without a door. It was Ethan calling but strangely, it was his second number, the one I saved without a name.

I looked at Kaiden, but he gave no reaction, so I answered the call.

“Are you okay? Why did you block my other number? Did you do something?”

I turned my head to the side, resting it against the car window, watching the roads as Ethan talked.

“No, you didn’t do anything. You must have hit the block button by mistake.”

I said, while thousands of thoughts raced through my mind. Who blocked Ethan if not me? Could it have been Kaiden? But why would he do that?

“I’m tired, as I told you. I’ll call after I wake up.”

“Okay, Ethan, I’m going to sleep now.”

I focused on the road through the window. The further we went, the fewer houses I saw. I was about to ask, but I swallowed my words when he placed his hand on my thigh.

My eyes widened in shock. I looked at his hand, brazenly resting on my bare thigh.

“Mr. Kaiden, take your hand off!”

I said, trying to push it away, but the harder I tried, the more he gripped my thigh. I felt his fingers pressing deep, making me stop.

“Stop, this hurts. Stop touching me!”

I said, my voice breaking, tears falling from my eyes, accompanied by shaky gasps. It really hurt.