He Wants To Be Mine

I pulled back from Andy, offering Edward a brilliant, fake smile. “Oh, I was just telling Ann sorry for being late. Icen and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other.” I rise onto my toes and plant a kiss on Icen’s lips for dramatic effect.

Andy’s composure fractured. “It’s Andy,” she snaps.

“It’s the same, darling.” I wave her off. “Baby, why don’t we fetch drinks? I’m kinda thirsty.”

I didn't wait for Icen to answer.

My laugh dies slowly when I feel Icen’s eyes on me, suddenly the air is thick again. I looked up at him, and his expression was completely unreadable.

“Excuse us,” Icen mutters, clearing his throat as we walked away.

I snort, catching my breath. “Holy hell, did you see her face? She went completely white. We just knocked her world off its axis.”

“Hmm.” He gives me a strange look.

Did I overdo it? Maybe. Probably. Definitely.

We stopped near the edge of the dance floor. Music swells, warm lights shifting the atmosphere into something magical.

“Edward’s staring holes into us. Dance with me,” I whisper.

He blinks at me—too many times. Is he regretting this?

But then his face cleared. He pulls me by the waist, pressing me instantly and firmly into his chest. His face is so close, his breath brushing my lips.

“You are such a character,” he murmurs in a bedroom voice that sends my heart into a somersault.

“Uhm… is that a compliment?” My voice betrays me—low, husky, needy.

“And so much more. Can I tell you how beautiful you are?” His eyes held mine.

I laugh, a nervous, breathless sound. “Sure. Beautifully chaotic, you mean?”

He didn't answer with words. Our bodies sway together, fitting too well.

This scene… God, it feels like a fairytale I never want to end.

“Don’t do that,” he says, his voice suddenly hard. “Downplaying yourself. You’re an amazing person, Willa.” His hands secure my waist, grounding me.

“Am I?” The genuine question slipped out.

“You are.”

His voice… His mouth… This is the scene where he should kiss me.

Then I saw her. Andy appears in my peripheral vision, heading our way.

“I want to thank you for pretending to be my fiancée—” Icen began.

“Ice, stop.” I whisper urgently. “Your bitch of an ex is coming.”

“I know—”

His words blur and Andy’s steps gets louder. My instinct takes over.

I shut my eyes and kiss him. Hard.

He freezes—just for a breath—then his control snapped. His tongue meets mine, hungry, desperate.

His hands cradle my face as he kisses me like he’s drowning and I’m air. There’s fire. Heat. Possession.

And absolutely nothing about it is pretend.

If I’m the temporary Cinderella… Lord, someone give me the full-time role.

There is no pretense at this moment. It’s me and him under the fireworks, lips to lips, chest to chest. Skin to skin. His mouth was fierce, demanding a response I gave willingly, desperately.

He finally tore his mouth from mine, leaving me breathless and dizzy. The fire he set ablaze refuses to die down, it burns, and spreads to my very being.

I want more of him, under the sheets, his delicious mouth all over my body. But for now, him setting a fire in me, bringing me to life again is enough. Icen is the man that I need, he can ruin me in more ways than one, and I wouldn't mind.

Not at all.

Before I can finish, Icen closes the tiny space between us. His hand slides to the back of my neck, warm and firm, sending a violent shiver straight down to my toes. He didn't kiss me, but held me there, his forehead pressed against mine.

“Willa,” he breathes, voice low and starving, a sound that bypassed my ears and went straight to my soul. “I need to kiss you again. I need you like air.”

He needs me. He wants me. My heart practically combusts.

“I… I don’t have experience with this,” I admit, cheeks burning, the confession raw and quiet.

With my ex, it was just kissing and making out—thank God we never went all the way. If we did, it would’ve been my biggest regret.

Icen’s hand slips into mine, confident and claiming, and he pulls me away from the crowd. We moved quickly, leaving the music and the stunned silence of Andy and Edward behind.

The music fades behind us, replaced by the heavy thump of my heartbeat.

The elevator dings open, and the heat between us feels like it’s seconds away from detonating.

He stepped in with me, the doors sliding shut, trapping us in our own storm. He backed me against the cool mirror of the elevator wall, his body caging me.

“Willa,” he murmurs, his finger tracing the hem of my dress with sinful slowness, “do you trust me?”

“I do.”

The words fall out of me in a whisper, a complete surrender.

The next moments were a blur of immediate, desperate motion. We crashed through the door of his suite. The sight of his naked chiseled body and his cock sliding between my breasts is driving me insane. We’re back in his room, unable to control our mutual attraction, acting like rabbits, tearing off clothes as if they were obstacles to survival.

Is this casual sex at its absolute finest?

Icen is gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and sexy as hell.

His knees are on either side of my body as he kneels over me on the rumpled bed. Large, dark blue eyes stare down at me, and I arch my back, unable to hold the urge to touch him, my hands flying to his chest.

“Icen..” My first time jitters are catching me empty-handed, suddenly realizing the gravity of the decision, the wild, reckless path I was on.

“I’ll be gentle Willa, I got you.” How did he get me here doing this? I’m not this kind of girl but with him I want to be reckless.

I want to claim him. I’m losing the will to breathe. He’s so close, so beautiful, and tonight— He wants to be mine. He was willing to strip away his control and his status to be just a man with me, and that vulnerability was the final, devastating thing that broke my resolve.