The Touch of a Villain: An Enemies to Lovers High School Romance (The Boys of Clermont Bay Book 1) Holly Renee (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

I needed to know what he was thinking.

His hand moved back up my neck as he stared down at me. He was so fucking hesitant to say what he said next, but his words rocked me to my core.

“You’re mine.”

His hand on my throat tightened as he slammed his mouth down on mine. I met him with just as much force as I tried to hold on to what he had just said.

His opposite hand gripped my thigh, and I didn’t hesitate as I lifted it around his waist. The movement gave him an opening, and he took it. He pressed into me, his center hitting mine, and I moaned into his mouth at the sensation.

His lack of gentleness with his mouth was even more severe with his hips. He was brutal as he pushed against me over and over, his hips setting a rhythm my heart couldn’t seem to keep up with. I had never been touched like this before, I had never felt such need, but I knew that I didn’t want it to stop.

“Beck,” I said his name, but I didn’t know what I was asking for. His name felt like more. It felt like I was asking him to give me everything when I should have been asking for nothing at all.

This boy was no good for me. He was toxic. We both knew it, but that didn’t stop me from grinding my hips against his or allowing him to lift my other leg and wrap it around his hips. I was pinned to the ice machine, his body fully in control of both of us, and he was still kissing my mouth as if he had never tasted something so addicting.

His hands were resting on my hips, and I wanted them to move. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. I could feel him over every part of me, but none of it was enough.

The smell of his cologne surrounded me, and his skin was hot against mine. I felt like I was burning from the inside out.

He pulled his mouth away from mine, and he looked down at me with a ragged breath. He was warring with himself, that much was easy to see. I didn’t know if he was at war over how far he wanted to take this or if he was battling with himself over what he had just said.

But that hesitation was there.

His mouth had felt brutal, his hips sure, but I knew that he was still holding himself back from me. I had no idea what I wanted from Beck, but I knew one thing for sure.

I didn’t want him to hold back. Not right now. Not when my body was begging him for more.

I rolled my hips against him as he stared at me, and I saw the pleasure flick across his face. He leaned back, leaving my back pressed against the hard metal, and he stared down at where our hips connected.

For a moment, embarrassment rushed through me. I had no idea what I was doing. I wasn’t even sure if the way I moved felt half as good to him as it did me. I stopped the movement of my hips, waiting for him to say something, but his hand immediately dropped to my ass and forced me to move again.

“Don’t stop moving, Josie.” He was still watching our centers, but I didn’t care.

I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him.

I moved against him as he watched, and I hadn’t realized how turned on I would be by that simple act. Beck was watching me, and I suddenly felt like I was where life began and ended for him. I usually felt like I was the one orbiting around him. He had felt like he was the center of gravity ever since I arrived in Clermont Bay. He pulled me in, and he refused to let go.

But right now, everything felt different. He felt like the one who couldn’t stop. He felt like the one who could no longer stay away.

It felt like a dangerous push and pull, a game that would have no good ending, but I was still dying to play it.

“Beck,” I said his name again because there was a tightness building in my belly with so much pleasure that I was sure I would die if he didn’t do something.

His gaze snapped up to mine as his name passed my lips, and as his deep hazel eyes met mine, it was like he had finally made a decision. The hesitation in his eyes had all but disappeared.

He kept one hand planted on my ass, forcing me against him, as his other moved to my breast. It was rough, and I gasped as he squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He swallowed the sound as his mouth found mine again. His teeth bit down on my bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth, and I swear I felt the movement straight to my core.

I ground harder against him, desperate for more friction, and I gasped as Beck suddenly dropped me back to my feet.

Disappointment overwhelmed me, and I pushed my hair out of my face. Here I was riding his hips, begging for more, and he dropped me down as if he wasn’t affected at all.

I looked up at him, embarrassed by how I had just acted, but I didn’t get a chance to see his face. He spun me around, his hands forcing my hips around, and my hands pressed into the ice machine as he pressed into me.

“I’m not done with you.” His voice was directly at my ear just before he bit down on my earlobe, and I jolted forward, my breasts hitting the metal.

His hand snaked around my body and pressed into my stomach. I was certain he could feel it flutter beneath his touch, but he didn’t give me time to