Trapped (Bullied Book 4) (Bullied Series) Vera Hollins (best large ereader txt) 📖

me in U.S. history, and I couldn’t think about anything but you. A few times, I was so close to pulling you into some classroom so I could do what I’ve fantasized about for so long, but I had to stay away from you. It was better for both of us.”

Heat surged through me, awakening all my nerves and alleviating the pain. “And what have you fantasized about?” I was playing with fire here, but I couldn’t resist. It was stronger than my reason.

He wound his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. The air between us slowly became charged. I sank into him, basking in the feel of our bodies against each other.

“I’ve fantasized about having all of you.” He leaned down and pushed my hair to the side. His lips skimmed over my skin delicately. He groaned. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“Tempt me like this. I told myself I wouldn’t be selfish. You don’t deserve more pain after everything I’ve done to you.”

He started to pull away, but something in me reached the bursting point, and I grabbed his shoulders to keep him close to me. “And what if I want to? What if I want the illusion? Just for a little while.”

His eyes grew dark and dropped to my lips. “You don’t know what you’re saying. It’s only going to make things worse for us.”

Yes, it was going to make everything worse, but now I understood what he’d meant when he said we were on borrowed time. The clock was ticking, rushing us toward our final separation, and my heart won over reason. What was one moment of passion? One moment of indulging in what I’d wanted so badly? I wanted any piece of him, no matter how fleeting and small it was—no matter how selfish or imprudent I was—just for a little while before our time ran out.

All caution cast aside, I pressed my palms against his chest. His heart pounded hard beneath my hands, tempting me to lean in and kiss the spot right over it. “But you wanted the illusion too, that night at the sunflower field. So what’s different this time?”

He frowned. His expression was torn as he pondered my words, his desperate eyes reaching all of me, and then…

“Fuck.” He grabbed my face, giving in. “It’s not fair. I shouldn’t have fallen for you. I shouldn’t have even met you. Why is life playing this cruel joke on us?”

I could hardly breathe. My chest was tight with need for him.

“Maybe that’s life telling you not to go through with your revenge,” I whispered, holding on to the thread of hope that he would reconsider. “To keep on living because you have so much to live for.”

He grimaced, his gaze moving over each inch of my face. “You have no idea, Jessica. You have no idea how hard it is.”

My hand clasped his shirt. “But it can get easier in time. It has to.”

I propelled myself up on my toes and kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger on his skin. I started to pull away, but he grabbed my head with both hands and claimed my lips, creating shards of pleasure deep within me. I responded immediately, kissing him back like it was my first and last time doing so. Our bodies entangled as our hands fought to touch more and more, and we lost ourselves in the desperation of the moment.

“You’re turning my world upside down,” he said between kisses.

“Likewise.”

He moaned and left open-mouthed kisses along my jaw as his hands slid down to rest on my back. “I want you so much I can’t hold myself back anymore.” He nibbled my neck. “So, if you don’t want me…just say it. Say it now—”

I claimed his lips in response and kissed him urgently. His words and kisses aroused me to the point where I couldn’t go on without having him. He lowered his hands even further and cupped my butt, pressing me against him, and the heat eliminated the cold that’d resided in me the last few minutes. It helped me forget the cruel reality for at least a little while. None of it mattered in this moment.

“Say it, Jessie,” he growled impatiently.

“I want you, Blake,” I said, quietly but with determination, letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere.

That was all he needed to grab my hand and yank me after him, darting out of the garden. The journey to his room was filled with kisses and fervent touches that stripped me of more reason and blurred the rest of the world. By the time we reached it, I was completely delirious for him.

The dazzling rays of sunset bathed the room through the full-length windows, with the shades of purple, orange, and yellow cascading over the floor and the furniture. I got flutters in my belly at the thought that I was in his room again, closer to him than I’d ever gotten before.

Blake took our jackets off, pinned me against the wall, and kissed me hard, our tongues dancing together to the tune of our passion. His hands made a journey across my arms, waist, and hips, never coming to a stop, and I felt like I was going to combust at any moment. His lips slid slowly across my cheek and jaw as they planted kisses on their way to my neck, which strummed my nerve endings.

“I want to feel every inch of you,” he said in a husky voice that rumbled against my skin. He sank down to his knees and wrapped his arms around me.

My eyes rounded. “Blake?”

He raised his head to look at me. His eyes were pleading and full of need. “I want to kiss you everywhere.”

He kissed me over my shirt, right above the waistband of my jeans, and I let out a moan, heat pooling in between my thighs. I grabbed his head to pull him closer, but then I remembered my body issues. He was going to see all my