Page 16 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

STOP FUCKING WITH MY brAIN

CAM

I'm starting to think coming tonight was a mistake. For the second time in a week, Imogen had run away from me.

I'm not interested in that happening a third time.

"You should join our team," Matt, one of Connell's rugby teammates, says, pulling my focus from where Imogen and Sebastian seem to be having a rather intense conversation.

Sebastian looks pissed, but so does she, so who knows what is going on? Although given I just told her that her boss had spoken to me about her, I'm sure she's giving him hell for it.

Someone clears their throat, and I tear my gaze away from the couple arguing on the other side of the room. Connell is smirking, and I roll my eyes before responding to Matt.

"Yeah, maybe. I can't really commit to regular games, though. Not in my line of work."

"What do you do?" he asks, accepting the drink that his wife hands him as she passes by.

"I'm a paramedic."

"Oh shit, really? That would be intense." He looks impressed .

I'm used to people reacting this way when they find out what I do for work, but it never ceases to make me feel weird.

"It can be." I shrug and take another swig of beer.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sebastian get up and walk away, but not before he squeezes Imogen's shoulder and says something that has her frowning.

I'd love to understand what the hell is going on between them. He admitted they'd slept together, but is that still happening? I know that she's single, so it must just be a physical thing...

The idea of the two of them fucking should probably stop me from considering pursuing anything further with her, but instead, I’m just curious to understand the dynamic between them both. I get the feeling that the pair of them together would definitely be something to watch...

What the hell? Where did that thought come from?

Clearly, my little excursion to Dark Desires has warped my perception of reality.

Imogen stays in her seat, her foot tapping on the floor as she sits with her arms crossed. A moment later, she shoots out of her chair, and I watched, amused, as she stalks towards me.

"You need to stop fucking with my brain," she says, glaring at me.

Matt coughs, doing a piss-poor job of covering his laugh.

Connell just rolls his eyes. "Come on, let's leave Cam to be murdered without an audience." He jerks his head towards some of their other friends, and they abandon me to endure whatever it is Imogen has to say.

"I promise, I had no idea I was fucking with your brain." I lean my shoulder against the wall beside me and run my gaze over her. "My deepest condolences."

She growls, and I laugh. This entire exchange is beyond confusing, but it's clear that I've had the same effect on her she's had on me.

"Look. Sex for me is all about the physical. I don't handle emotions well. And when you were all intense and forcing me to look you in the eye... My body got all confused."

I study her for a moment, Annika's words coming back to me. "So, you caught feelings while we were having sex?"

She blushes, then glances over at her best friend, who is watching us while she grinds against some guy on the dance floor.

"I don't know what it was." She looks down, seemingly unable to look at me while admitting that sleeping with me had a profound effect on her.

I reach out and gently lift her chin, making her meet my gaze. "Would you just admit you're interested in me so we can stop dancing around the subject?"

She grimaces. "I don't do relationships."

I shrug. "Did I say I wanted a relationship?"

She studies me with a disbelieving expression. "You seem like the relationship type."

I let out a bitter laugh. "So, because we slept together once, you think you've got me all worked out?"

"No," she snaps. "But I know guys like you. You want the wife and the kids and all that normal stuff. Stuff that I have no interest in."

Growing frustrated, I turn her so that her back is against the wall and step in close, placing my hand just above her head as I lean in close. "Don't tell me what I want, Imogen. Because you have no fucking idea what I want when I look at you."

Her eyes widen for a fraction of a second, before arousal takes over, and her gaze drifts to my lips. "And what do you want, Cam?"

I grip her chin, feeling the shift in energy surrounding us both. "I want to fuck you again."

Her lips curl upwards. "Yeah? Need to get me out of your system by fucking me one more time."

The smile I give her in return is filled with all my frustration and desire.

"Oh Imogen. Who said anything about it being just once?

" I bring my lips to her ear. "When we fuck again, you'll be begging me for more.

I'm under your skin now, and once won't be enough for you.

" I push off the wall and watch her swallow hard, desire burning in her eyes as she stares up at me.

"The ball is in your court, Imogen. I'm not interested in doing this little dance anymore.

So when you're ready to admit you want this as much as I do, just let me know. "

I turn away, anger and arousal swirling in my gut. This woman is driving me crazy, and we haven't even been on a single date yet.

I feel a tug on my arm and swing around to face her again. She reaches up to grip the back of my head and yanks my face down to hers.

"You're going to regret saying that, Cameron Collins. Because if you're under my skin, I'm buried so far inside yours that my name is imprinted there. And you can't handle me."

I kiss her hard, pushing her back against the wall again as I pull her head back by her hair, holding her captive as I suck her tongue into my mouth.

She moans and presses herself against me, gripping the front of my shirt in her fist. I breathe her in, the heady scent of her perfume driving me crazy and causing me to grind myself against her when she wraps her leg around my thigh.

A kiss like this is not meant to happen in such a public place.

But that doesn't stop me from pressing in closer and nipping at her lower lip while I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head even further back.

"I can handle you, Imogen. We've already proved that on Friday night, when you were coming so hard, you were seeing stars.

" I push my hips forward to press my hard cock against her core.

"It's you who seems to be the one who can't handle me.

But don't worry." I grip her hip and dig my fingers into her round arse cheek.

"We'll ease you into it." I kiss her again, even harder this time, feeling her melt into my chest. "Yeah, you'll love it when I fuck this insolent little mouth.

" I bite her lip, just hard enough to make her gasp.

"And when I slide myself in here." I thrust lightly, aware enough of our audience to make sure it's barely noticeable to those watching while she feels it right against her clit. "You'll be screaming my name."

I release my hold on her and step back, sliding my thumb along my bottom lip as I watch her struggle to regain her breath.

"Let me know when you're brave enough to follow through, Imogen."

And with that, I walk away, determined not to be the one doing the chasing anymore.