The Obsessed With Him Series: Complete Box Set (A Bad Boy Romance) by Hannah Ford Page B

mine, and our lips were just millimeters from touching again.
    “Say yes,” he whispered, and I could hear the desperation and want in his voice, how badly he wanted me to say yes to his plan.
    “Yes,” I said, before I had a chance to think about it.
    His lips tugged into a smile, just for half a second before setting back into a strong line.
    I closed my eyes, because I couldn’t take it anymore, the two of us standing here so close, staring into each other’s eyes. It was intimate and confusing. How could I feel so deeply bonded to Colt when I’d just met him? Was this just lust, making me act crazy?
    I felt his eyelashes brush against my cheeks as he closed his eyes too, and at that moment, someone in the club decided to turn up the music and the pounding bass line began echoing through the room, pumped in through the wireless speaker system.
    The sound was jarring, but neither of us moved.
    Kiss me, I thought. Please, kiss me and finish what you started.
    I wanted his hands all over me, on my ass, my back, my breasts. I wanted his mouth between my legs, his fingers inside of me there, too. I wanted to feel his hard cock push into my mouth, wanted to know what it felt like to taste a man’s dick.
    The rhythm of the music intensified, the tempo like a beating heart. I placed my palm against Colt’s muscular chest, feeling his real heart beat, slow and strong.
    He did the same to me, and my breath caught in my chest at the feel of his hand against my breast.
    We were locked together, the music swirling around us into a tornado.
    Kiss me, I screamed inside. Kiss me.
    I tilted my head just the tiniest bit, until my lips barely brushed his. It wasn’t a kiss – in fact, it was far from it. I’d hardly even felt the soft pillows of his lips against mine before he pulled back, almost as if he’d been burned.
    “Olivia…” Colt started, taking my hand off his chest and holding it in his. But I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to hear why he was wrong for me, why we couldn’t do this, why it was a bad idea. Because one of the things I’d learned over the years was that when someone had all kind of justifications and excuses for why they couldn’t do something, it was usually just window-dressing. Because the thing was, it usually just came down to one simple fact. People did what they wanted to do.
    Colt didn’t want me.
    The urge to cut welled inside of me again.
    God, you are fucked up, Olivia. You’ve already destroyed your wrists, and now you want to hurt yourself move? Over what? Some asshole who doesn’t even want you? Haven’t you learned enough about investing your emotions in people who could care less about you?
    I couldn’t take it.
    I couldn’t take hearing his excuses. It hurt too much.
    So even though it was petty and childish, I did the only thing I could think to do to make sure I didn’t have to.
    I lashed out.
    “Is our deal still on?” I asked, pulling my hand from his.
    “What deal?”
    “Declan,” I said. “If I come and work for you as your secretary, will you still help me find Declan?”
    I was hoping my words would hurt him, was hoping they’d get some kind of reaction out of him, even if just for a second.
    A vein in his neck throbbed and his jaw set into a hard line.
    But then he shrugged, like Declan was an afterthought he’d forgotten about, and not the only reason I’d even agreed to this crazy plan in the first place.
    “If you want.”
    “I do.”
    “Fine,” he said.
    “How long will it take you to find him?” I asked, annoyed and frustrated by the fact that he was acting like he didn’t give a crap about me finding Declan, even though I’d told him Declan was the man I was going to marry.
    He stared at me a long moment, but this time, I didn’t close my eyes. I kept my gaze on his. If he thought he was going to intimidate me, he was wrong. The song playing through the club switched, moving from a pounding bass line to something slower, softer,