Page 79 of Broken Romeo

Lace.

Thong.

Fucking Christ.

She was still wearing the panties. My panties.

I grew instantly hard, suddenly very aware of the fact that I was asleep in only my boxer briefs. There was no hiding her affect on me.

“Kate—” Her name was a tortured cry on my lips.

She threw her hands into the air. “Fine. I get it. You and I will never date. Never be a couple. And never have sex. But one way or another, you’re going to be my first kiss… whether it’s in the privacy of your bedroom tonight or on stage in front of twenty of our classmates, including Addison’s newest little lap dog, Bailey. So, which is it going to be?”

Maybe I was just exhausted, or still half-asleep, because her argument actually sounded reasonable to me.

I must have taken too long to respond… or she’s just an impatient little thing. Glaring at me, she folded her arms and quirked her brow. “Or I’ll just go ask Duncan to do it. I think he’s still up playing video ga—”

She barely had the threat out before I closed the gap between us and grasped her in my arms, pulling her tight against my body. My lips hovered over hers, our noses brushing. We were so close that I felt the suction of air as she gasped.

But I didn’t fucking kiss her. Not yet.

I needed to savor this moment.

Give her the sort of first kiss that every girl deserved.

I hovered over her an extra long moment. A hot ache seared in my gut when her palms skimmed up the corded muscles of my chest. I groaned, struggling to keep control of my senses. The room swam, shifting and morphing like we were under water. She relaxed into my arms, sinking against my body.

That’s right, Katherine. I’ve got you. Though I couldn’t admit it, I needed this kiss as much as she did. If I had to kiss her for the first time on stage, I was pretty sure I’d ravish her in front of the whole damn class.

Forcing myself to slow down, I dipped my lips, brushing them across hers. A skim of parted, wet lips. That was all it was.

And still—the world around me exploded.

Her whimper crushed my restraint. She was a walking embodiment of contradiction—her lips, warm and soft as they caressed mine, her fingernails, rough and assertive as they scraped my back. She was sweet and measured in the way her mouth parted, opening slowly for me, but also bold and impulsive with the needy grind of her hips and breasts against my body.

I scooped my hands up to her jaw and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. The room spun around me.

This. This was why I didn’t do relationships. Because when the intense, raw lust combined with that inner swirl of feelings that Kate gave me, it was implosive. Like swallowing dynamite, it was only a matter of time until it went off, ruining both of us.

But when it felt this good? I had no doubt I’d light the fuse myself.

Sex without connection was easier. I’d had plenty of that in my lifetime.

But it didn’t come close to this.

I scooped my hands down to her hips, dipping my thumbs beneath the waistband of her shorts. I groaned as my thumbs glided across the lacy thin straps of her panties.

These fucking panties would break me.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I managed to gasp in a breath. Moaning, she nibbled my bottom lip, grinding her greedy hips against my erection and brushing her pointed nipples against my chest. Fuck me.

I peeked down, catching a glimpse of black lace beneath her shorts and I groaned.

I squeezed her hips and pushed her to arm’s length and tried to ignore her desperate, objecting whimper.

Her eyes snapped open, and she pressed her fingertips to her swollen lips with a gasp. Then… she smiled.

I was done for.

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