Jia Li felt like she may finally have been hitting the right marks when his brow rose. It wasn’t like his usual snarky expressions. He seemed surprised, like he hadn’t expected it. Her touch had him pulling back, a little away from her. The dryad wasn’t sure how she felt about that. On one hand, she felt a little freer without his presence boring down onto her, but on another, she felt a little colder without his body heat enveloping him so strongly.
Then his name slipped from her lips, and she saw the anger that darkened his face. It was sort of frightening, but she knew she’d hit a mark in her blind flailing. She hadn’t wanted to hurt him, but she thought he needed to face what he was feeling. When he pulled away from her, she immediately started to lift herself from the bed, intent on rushing to the door to block his path.
Jia Li didn’t quite make it before he unexpectedly turned on her, gripping her wrists and pinning her back onto the bed. A small cry of surprise filled her as her back hit, slightly jarring the bruise on her shoulder, but it was muffled by his lips pressing against hers. This wasn’t the same as the past two kisses he’d given her. This wasn’t gentle, but that was to be expected due to the growl that preceded it. Even so, her lips responded, parting slightly, but his lips were already moving away to trail over her chin and along her throat.
Green eyes watched him, a feeling of confusion washing over her now that she could think since his lips had left hers. His eyes still contained that anger, that darkness, and she suddenly felt worried. She was just about to squirm from beneath him when he spoke, that anger from his eyes echoing in his voice, and he quickly crossed her arms in order to pin her with one hand.
Just as quickly, she felt her shirt being yanked up above her breasts to her neck. Panic seized her, and she struggled against him, trying to propel him off her, onto the floor, but he was stronger than her, and his grip remained firm, hurting her wrists because she struggled against him.
Then her bra was tugged away, revealing her breasts to him, and fear filled her so quickly that she just froze, ceasing her struggles against him. This wrong on so many levels. She hadn’t wanted this. You’re so stupid… She chastised herself. Of all people, she should have known better than to start pressing a guy’s buttons. There was no telling what would happen when they were angry. The last guy she’d infuriated had left her with an angry burn scar. Would this one rape her?
Her breathing had increased, causing her chest to rise and fall quickly with each one. Then he touched her, and fire soared through her despite her very real fears. Her nipples hardened, and her cheeks flushed. How could her body betray her this way? This was going to be one of those cases where the guy thought she wanted to be raped just because her body responded to his attentions.
Barring the time when Jack had shoved his hand down her pants, this was probably the farthest she’d ever gone with a guy, and this wasn’t willingly, either. Sure, she’d kissed him willingly, but she hadn’t anticipated it going this far. Just because her body reacted didn’t mean anything. Dryads were a sort of cousin to nymphs, and their libidos were very much the same, but just because her body signaled it was ready for something didn’t mean she was mentally prepared for it.
Why was it that every time Jack was sober he decided to take liberties with her body? Whenever he’d been drinking, he’d been aloof and distant, and he’d only kissed her that first time to prove a point. He hadn’t touched her inappropriately, though.