Page 23 of Rebel Romeo

All the oxygen fled from my lungs and my spine went ramrod straight. “Then who, Katherine?” I stepped forward, crowding her, herding her around the corner between the buildings where we were shielded from passersby. “Who did you wear those panties for, if not Nate?”

I stepped closer to her and she jerked back, pressing against the brick wall behind her. I must have lost my damn mind because next thing I knew, I was crowding Kate against that wall until our hips met. It was like knowing she was wearing those pearl panties I had gifted her released an animal instinct inside of me.

The lust I’d been controlling for several weeks splintered, tearing through my body like shrapnel. I wished I could reach inside of myself and rip out the shards. I hate myself a little more for the thrill that pulsed inside of me.

“Show me,”I grunted, pressing our bodies together. I cradled the back of her head gently in my hand as I nudged her thighs wider with my knee, spreading those pretty little legs apart.

Not once did I take my eyes off of her. Never in my life had I seen anyone so goddamned beautiful. The rich blue of her shirt matched her eyes almost perfectly. The golden light from the streetlamp almost made it look like her hair was glowing.

Like she was a fucking angel.

And I was the devil sent to desecrate her.

She was utterly delicious looking from head to toe, but her lips, fuck those lips, were glossy and parted. Wet and red and swollen, like she’d just finished eating fresh cherries. And her eyes, usually so wide and alert, drifted slowly shut. Hooded lids lowered as I lifted my knee just barely grazing the pearls and pushing them against her pussy.

“If the panties don’t feel good,” I rasped, dragging my nose up the line of her throat to her ear, “Then you’re wearing them wrong.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “You seriously think I’m wearing panties wrong? That’s not possible.”

“It is with these. Especially if every step isn’t making you cream down your thighs.”

She sucked in a breath as her sharp blue eyes flashed to mine.

Each breath labored, matching mine as the air between us grew heavy. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

I groaned, forcing myself to pull away from her. This was wrong. So, so wrong. But before I could back up, she grasped her delicate hands around my biceps, stopping me with narrowed focus. “Show me.”

My entire body went still at her request.

No, not request. Demand.

I shook my head, but I also couldn’t seem to make my feet move. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” Humor flashed in her eyes, but I merely rolled my eyes at the old joke.

“I’m not falling for that.”

“Seriously.” Her fingers started to move against my arm. “I’m tipsy. Not drunk.”

I searched her face for the truth in her words. “I thought you hated me?”

“I did.” A pause. “I do.”

“But?” I pressed her further.

“But…” She licked her lips, but she had no further answer to offer me.

I dipped to bring my eyes almost level with her. “Let me help you out with that answer, huh? You hate me, but I still turn you on more than anyone you’ve ever met, don’t I?”

The svelte line of her throat bobbed as she swallowed whatever objections might have been rising there.

I skimmed my mouth across her jaw, barely touching her as I whispered. “Say it. Say that I turn you on.”

Her eyes clamped together. “You… you turn me on.”

Fuck.

My cock went rigid, pressing painfully against the zipper of my pants. “More than Nate?”

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