Page 48 of Tempting Promises
And I don’t know if she means the sleeping bag or her, but I pull her to me and wait a second for her to tell me to let her go, but instead, her eyes close, and I crush my lips to hers.
twelve
CHARLOTTE
My arms move around his neck as he pulls me off the ground, his mouth against mine. I kiss him back, anger and heat swirling around him.
I don’t like him. In fact, I hate him even more right now.
How dare he kiss me? How dare he make me kiss him back?
All of this is wrong, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
I feel the wall against my back, his arms caging me in as I lift up on my toes.
Instead of pushing him away like I know I should, my fingers thread in his dark brown hair, pulling him closer.
Why am I doing that? I don’t know, but I kiss him deeper.
The swirl of our tongues, the taste of mint from his mouth overwhelms me. He moans deeply as he grinds his dick against me, lifting me and supporting all my weight.
“Tell me to stop,” he commands.
“Stop talking,” I reply, kissing him again.
He shuts me up, his mouth ravishing mine, and his hands moving down my back, cupping my ass to adjust me again.
Rowan lifts his mouth from mine, staring into my eyes for a beat before kissing my neck and along the slope of my shoulder.
“Take your shirt off if you want me to touch you,” he says, leaning back.
Now is when I should put a stop to this, but instead of shoving at his chest, I pull my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. “Now you.”
He smirks. “I knew you liked what you saw.”
“I didn’t,” I lie.
“Right.”
Arrogant prick.
He tugs his shirt off, throwing it with mine. “Just like you don’t want me to kiss you.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine again. I hate him. I hate that I want him. I hate that he’s making me grind on his thick thigh, which causes his moan to vibrate through me.
“Fuck you,” I say as I pull my mouth away, gasping for breath.
“I plan to fuckyou.”
He pushes my shoulder against the wood, my skin scraping against the rough wood panel, and I love it. “I never said I was going to let you.”
He smiles at that, then runs his tongue along his perfect white teeth. “Your body is telling me you want my cock. Look at you rubbing against my leg, wanting to come like the dirty girl you are.”
I push against his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “You want me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t.”
“I hate you.”
