Page 52 of Dirty Play

I take a slow step forward, my voice cutting through the silence. “Running away from me again?”

She jumps, whipping around with wide eyes. “Jesus, Rowan, you scared me!”

“Not my intention,” I lie, stepping closer.

Her lips part, but she doesn’t answer. Instead, she folds her arms over her chest.

“What are you doing here?”

I stop a few feet away, leaning one shoulder casually against the wall. “Looking for you.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows, and I catch the flicker of nerves in her eyes. “I can’t imagine why that is.”

“Is that what I deserve after the other night?” I chuckle low, the sound reverberating between us.

“That was a mistake.” Her cheeks flush instantly, and her gaze darts away.

“A mistake?” I echo, straightening up and closing the distance between us. “Didn’t sound like a mistake when you were begging me to let you touch yourself again.”

“Rowan.” Her voice is sharp, but it wavers, and I know I’ve got her.

“I can’t decide which version of you I like better,” I say, tilting my head. “The one moaning my name, or the one hissing like a hellcat.”

Her glare sharpens when I step closer. She’s backed up against the wall now, the space between us charged like a live wire. Her perfume is subtle and intoxicating, and I want to bury my face in her neck and breathe her in.

“You should go,” she says, her voice softer now, breathless.

“Why?” I murmur, my hands itching to reach out and touch her. “So you can keep pretending you don’t want this?”

“I don’t want this.” Her gaze snaps to mine, wide and defiant. Her chest rises and falls in uneven breaths. She’s holding on by a thread, but I’m not letting her off the hook.

“We both know what happened the last time you lied,” I say softly, my lips curling.

She opens her mouth, but no words come out. She trembles, and her eyes dart to my lips before snapping back to mine.

That’s all the invitation I need.

I reach for her, my hand curling around her waist as I pull her against me. She gasps, and I capture the sound with my mouth, kissing her. Fuck, I’ve missed her mouth.

She freezes for a heartbeat, her lips immobile.

Come on, baby. Give in.

And just like that, she’s kissing me back with just as much passion, her hands flying to my chest as her restraint gives way to this fire between us.

It’s all heat and desperation, the taste of her driving me insane. I slide my hand up her back, my fingers threading through her hair as she presses closer, her soft curves fitting against me like they were made to.

My dick is straining against my pants, begging for more room as her body brushes against it. My hand finds her ass, giving it a squeeze before I press her body into the wall.

If we weren’t in a hallway, with the chances of someone walking in on us, I’d drop to my knees right fucking now and eat her sweet pussy out until she’s a dripping, whimpering mess on my tongue.

The thought sends another rush of blood to my cock, now throbbing with need.

She moans into my mouth, her hands fisting my hair.

When she bites my lip, a growl rumbles out of me, and I grip her tighter, my self-control hanging by a thread. I want her. Here. Now.

But just as fast as she gave in, she pulls back, slipping out of my grasp.

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