Page 8 of To Win a Rebel

This is how it had felt for a long time when it came to Molly. He’d always felt she was out of his league, and the truth was, he still felt that way. She was pure, beautiful, almost angelic, and he was far from any of those things.

“It does?” she asked.

“Yeah, so I was thinking, Molly, how about you and I cut to the chase, and rather than us dance around this, just tell me, do you want to fuck me?” he asked.

He should have known pushing too far would spook her. She put the beer bottle down and was out of her chair within a matter of seconds.

Nate had no choice but to chase her. He caught up with her, before she’d even gotten past the first tree. Spinning heraround, he pressed her up against the bark.

“Don’t … mock me,” Molly said.

“Do I look like someone who is mocking you?” he asked.

“You don’t talk to people like that!” She glared at him.

“You’re right, you don’t talk to any normal person who I don’t give a shit about, but you’re not just anyone, Molly.” He put both hands on either side of her head. “The truth is, I could dance this tune with you for fucking months, pretending I didn’t know stuff, when I do. Lying to you, stringing you along, but I don’t play that way. I’m being honest with you. I don’t date. I don’t give a shit about women’s feelings, but I don’t know what it is you do to me, Molly, and I can’t seem to think straight when I’m around you.”

“You do?” she asked.

“Yeah, haven’t you figured that out yet? I’m not exactly Mr. Talkative, but I’ve read your books. I know what you want, and I sure as shit am not going to step aside and allow someone else to take what is surely mine, and you are mine, Molly. You can pretend and lie about it if you want. You want me, and I want you. All I’m doing is cutting the waiting time.” With that, he slammed his lips down on hers.

This could go either way, he knew that. The truth was, he didn’t know how tonight would go. He’d never dated. He wasn’t a monk, and he’d been with his share of women, there was no denying that.

When it came to Molly, he lost his mind.

There were so many ways he wanted tonight to go. This was the last thing he ever thought possible.

Chapter Four

Molly groaned as she rolled over, frowning as to what had woken her up. Glancing at the bedside clock, she saw it was only a little after seven, and it was a Sunday morning. Who could possibly be knocking at her door so early?

It wasn’t like she normally enjoyed such a long sleep-in, but today she intended to enjoy the time she had to bask in sleeping. Last night had been a lot to deal with and just the thought of the previous night had her sitting up.

She didn’t know if she could categorize her date with Nate as one of the worst or if it could even be called a date. They didn’t get to eat. After the kiss, Molly recalled blurting out, rather loudly, that if Randy was still around, he might have heard she was still a virgin.

Yes, she’d told Nate Sinclair, a guy she had a crush on for a very long time, that she’d never been intimate with another man. She had no experience, while she knew he had a ton of it. She’d never been so mortified in her life, so before she even gave him a chance to respond, she ran. She didn’t look back and this time, he didn’t chase her. She still wasn’t sure if she was happy with not being chased.

The banging at her front door came again, and she groaned. All she wanted to do was ignore it and pretend last night didn’t happen. She was more than capable of doing something like that, but only if the person banging at her door, disturbing her, would go away. There was no chance of that.

She threw her blanket off, not that she needed it, but she always loved to snuggle under a thick blanket, especially in the fall and winter. She stomped downstairs, very much aware of her small short set. A pair of tiny shorts that hit mid-thigh, as well as a vest top. It was the only way she was able to sleep under a thick blanket. She threw the door open without looking through thepeephole, hoping to startle whoever was at her front door, only to scream and attempt to slam the door.

“What the fuck?” Nate asked.

She didn’t get the door closed in time, before he’d wedged his foot in and stopped her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to get the words out through gritted teeth. She was so angry with him. “Damn it, Nate, let go.”

“Look, you want to be a child, I don’t care, but I let you run away last night and I shouldn’t have. We’re going to talk, and I’m not going anywhere until we do that.”

She wanted to scream at him, shout, but instead, she had no choice but to take a deep breath and step away from the door, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. But she did, and gave him space to enter.

“I do think this is close to breaking and entering,” she said, hoping he would take the hint and leave.

Nate stopped. “I’ve been knocking at your front door for nearly ten minutes.”

She was going to argue with him, but then she saw the coffee cup in his hand, as well as a dangling bag of what looked like pastries.

“You brought breakfast?” she asked.

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