Chapter 150: Knew You’d Be This Sweet[June’s POV]
His smirk deepened like I’d just fed him exactly what he wanted.
"See, that’s where you’re wrong," Ian said, his voice dropped low, enough to make my stomach flip. He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath tickle my neck. "You don’t know me half as well as you think. Because when I want something..."
His eyes dragged down to my chest...slow, shameless, before climbing back up to make eye contact. "...I don’t back out. And right now?" He tilted his head, his lips were almost brushing my skin. "I want you."
My chest fluttered so hard I gasped.
Who says that? Who looks someone dead in the eye and says I want you?
Like it’s a confession and a threat rolled into one.
Nobody’s ever said it to me. Not like that. Not with that much heat in their voice.
God. No. I couldn’t let it get to me.
This morning, this same idiot told me I wasn’t his type. Now he’s suddenly changing his mouth like I’m supposed to just swoon? Who even does that? Who changes their mouth in less than twelve hours?
"You’re insane," I snapped, shoving at his hard chest like I wasn’t trembling inside, but it was weak, pathetic...because his hand had already found my waist and pulled me closer.
God. Why did his hand have to feel that hot?
And, honestly? That’s when my brain betrayed me.
Because suddenly I was noticing the dumb little things I shouldn’t.
Why did his jawline have to be that sharp?
Why did that stupid single white streak of hair that kept falling right into his eyes look so good. Why were his lashes longer than mine?Why were his lips way too plump for a guy?
Stop. Stop looking at his lips. Stop noticing his delicate features.
Except he was looking at me too. No...he was staring. At my lips.
And his eyes...God, his eyes were so dark they felt endless, like a loophole you fall into and don’t crawl out of.
He chuckled. "You really think I’m backing out now?" he asked. "No chance. I don’t care how many times you tell me no, June. I want you. And I’m not stopping until you want me too."
My laugh came out fake, covering up how my chest was sprinting. "Me? Want you? That’s never gonna happen, Han."
That’s what I told him. That’s what I wanted him to believe.
But my chest was already betraying me.
I knew his game. I knew it. Ian Han....Blackwell High’s resident playboy. Flirt of the Glass Circle.
He’d hook a girl with that smirk, ruin her with his charm, get her in his bed, then dump her like last season’s.
Not me.
If he thought I was another use and dump girl ready to fall at his feet, he had no clue who he was dealing with. I’d flip the script. I’d ruin him. Make him fall for me so hard he’d choke on it. Break him before he ever got the chance to touch me.
That was the plan.
Except...
He leaned in. Tilting his head, bending down, his lips brushing mine so lightly it stole the air from my lungs.
What the hell was he doing?
My legs? My legs didn’t move. My hands were shaking.
And then, his hand slid up, gripping the back of my head, holding me there, and before I could think.....
He kissed me.
His lips crashed against mine, and next second, my whole body tensed.
Like....what the actual hell?
I should’ve shoved him. Should’ve pulled back. Should’ve screamed ew, gross wiped my mouth, laughed in his face, something.
Except I didn’t.
Because the second his mouth moved against mine, the way he kissed, my entire body lit up.
And God. The way he kissed. Like he’s done it a thousand times.
His hand gripped the back of my head, pulling me in like he’d been starving and I was the meal. And God help me, my stupid traitor body let him.
I clutched at his shirt, meaning to push him away....swear I did, but instead my fingers curled tighter, pulling him closer, like I needed him to hold me up.
Oh my God.
Ian Han was kissing me, and I was kissing him back.
I was supposed to hate this. Hate him. But my lips were moving like they had a mind of their own, opening against his, letting his tongue tease mine.
When his tongue brushed mine, my knees actually went weak. I made this embarrassing moan, and I hated how it sounded. I hated that he heard it, because the second I did, he smirked. Like he’d just won.
God, he was enjoying this way too much.
Cocky bastard.
I should’ve stopped. Should’ve shoved him off. Should’ve reminded myself this was Ian Han, the guy who made it his life mission to piss me off.
But his lips were so soft, and he tasted like mint, and the way his hand slid down to grip my waist, like he wasn’t letting me go
I tried to pull back, to get air, to get control, but his hand slid into my hair and kept me right there, kissing me harder. The strap of my bikini top nearly slipped, my chest pressed against him.
Finally, he pulled back just enough to murmur, his lips were still brushing mine, "Knew you’d taste this sweet."
Sweet?!
My whole body flamed.
"Don’t flatter yourself," I snapped.
I glared at him, breathless, lips swollen, trying to play it cool when my chest was still sprinting.
I hated that my voice cracked, hated how wrecked I sounded. "That was nothing."
"You’re delusional," I whispered, even though I could still taste him. "That didn’t mean anything."
He chuckled, his thumb brushing across my cheek.
"Funny. Didn’t feel like nothing to me."
Why did it feel like everything to me too?
This was my first kiss and holy hell, it didn’t feel awkward or clumsy like in movies. It felt soo goood. Soo dangerous.
Like he’d unlocked something I didn’t even know was buried in me.
And he knew it. That smug bastard knew it.
Because the next second, his lips curved in that cocky smirk, and he leaned in again.
"Oh, I’m definitely making you feel something."
I should’ve shoved him away. That was the plan. Push Ian Han off, wipe his stupid smirk off my face, pretend my knees weren’t buckling.
Except...I didn’t.
My eyes fluttered shut, and instead of fighting, I melted.
And that kiss? The second one? It was hungrier. Rougher. His mouth devoured mine like he was starving and I was the only thing he’d ever eat again.
And then it stopped being just a kiss.
He gripped me suddenly, lifting me like I weighed nothing.
My moan got swallowed in his mouth as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, before I even realized what I was doing.
My back slammed against the wall, his body pinning mine right there. His kiss deepened, his tongue kept pushing in harder, faster, like he couldn’t get enough.
And his hands...God, his hands. They gripped me like he’d never let go, strong, hot, desperate. One held me up, the other was gripping my thigh.
I felt something hard press against me, and before I could even process it, his fingers slid lower...just grazing the edge of my bikini bottoms.
It was enough to make me shudder, to feel the dangerous promise in it....like he was seconds away from crossing every line, and putting them inside me.