Page 41 of Romeo

In fact, it bothered the fuck out of him.

He never chased a goddamn woman before and here he was…

He needed to walk away. Leave her be and forget about her. Go back to Dick’s, find a sweet butt, and do the nastiest shit possible with her to push Maddie out of his thoughts.

Did his stupid ass do that? Fuck no.

What did he do instead? Something he normally wouldn’t unless he was out of his fucking mind. Right there out in the parking lot of The Iron Horse, right in DAMC territory, he used his chest to bump her backwards and pin her against the wall.

“Ro—”

He swallowed his own name as he captured her mouth.

She didn’t claw out his eyes but instead, dug her fingers into his arms. Not to push him away, but to pull him closer. To encourage him to continue. To keep them connected.

He wedged a knee between her thighs, drove a hand into her hair and pinned her against the wall using his chest to continue to do what she wanted… plunder her mouth.

Her body, her reaction, confirmed what he already suspected.

The woman was putting on a goddamn front. Pretending she didn’t want him when that was the opposite of the truth. But she wasn’t the only one unable to hide her reaction. In an instant, his dick turned into a steel pipe and ached to be inside her.

Despite it being her first time that night, she had been surprisingly responsive. She hadn’t laid there like a corpse but had met him thrust for thrust.

He wanted a repeat of her naked and squirming under him, digging those nails into his back instead of his arms.

Was she still as tight as she was five years ago when he had gone where no man had gone before? He wanted to find out.

Tonight, his tongue explored every inch of her mouth, twisted, and tangled with hers. Her lips were warm and soft as they moved against his. When she slightly tilted her head, he took the kiss deeper.

A groan slipped up her throat and her nails dug even deeper into his flesh as she clung to him.

It was stupid to start this here where they couldn’t finish what they both wanted.

Because if those fucking groans and whimpers were any indication, her denying that she wanted him would be a lie.

It was when Maddie began to grind against the thigh he had planted between her legs, he knew this had to stop. Because if she didn’t… Shit might get real really quickly.

He was not fucking her in her goddamn cage in the parking lot of The Iron Horse.

For fuck’s sake, at this point he didn’t want to fuck her at all. He was only trying to teach her a lesson about playing him. Get her all worked up and then pull the rug out from underneath her. Like she did with him.

She should know that paybacks were a bitch.

However, it might turn into a failed lesson if he didn’t stop now.

It took everything he had to rip his mouth from hers and step back, freeing her. Freeing himself from temptation.

His hard-on kicked in his jeans when he saw her lips were parted, her chest pumping with each ragged breath and her eyes squeezed shut.

Yeah, he did that.

She couldn’t deny he was the cause of that reaction.

When her eyelids finally lifted, he drew a hand down over his thick beard to smooth it back into place and said, “Guess you’re gonna be missin’ out on where that woulda led.”

With that, he set his jaw and did something so damn difficult. He turned and strode to his sled, leaving her standing against the wall still in a daze.

She thought she outplayed the player.

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