Page 84 of The Rogue

She remembered the way that Justice had looked at her when she was wearing the bikini. When she was wearing the dress. He liked her in clothing that was a little bit more daring. What would he think of something like this? She held up a black bodysuit that had felt completely out of character when she had added it to her online shopping cart. But she had wanted to be the kind of woman who could wear it. Right in the moment when she picked it. She thought, wouldn’t that be great. To just strut out in something that daring.Designed to showcase all of your most private areas, rather than conceal them.

Thinking about wearing it in front of Justice made her mouth dry. And it made her heart beat faster. Made that space between her thighs feel aching and swollen.

That kiss had been the single most erotic experience of her life. And maybe it should’ve been weird that it had come from her best friend, but weird had never even crossed her mind when his mouth had touched hers. It had been right.

Like his was the mouth she’d been meant to kiss from the beginning.

She had just been too afraid to do it.

Giving herself permission to think of him that way was revelatory.

It had also been why she had to avoid him, because it was her own rules that she was following by not touching him here in the house, but they were very hard rules to follow. She wondered if he thought it was hard.

They were leaving tomorrow. It couldn’t be that risky to send him a text about it.

Would that count as sexting? She’d never even considered such a thing.

She opened up the text box quickly. Are you thinking about tomorrow?

He never texted. He never did. So he wasn’t going to...

She saw three little dots appear. Then disappear. Then reappear.

I haven’t been thinking about anything else.

I had to avoid you because otherwise I doubt I could’ve kept my hands off of you.

Don’t say that.

Why?

Because I’m close enough that I can be back there in two minutes and make us both forget what we’re waiting for.

I want to be in the bridal suite. In the bed I was supposed to share with him.

That’s naughty, he said.

Is it? Or is it just petty?

I don’t care. I think it’s hot either way.

Her midsection bloomed with heat. It felt so strange and so freeing to be talking to him like this. To Justice. To just say whatever she wanted.

You’re so hot. I can’t wait to touch you.

Damn. You’re getting me hard.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, her breath coming in short bursts.I’m packing for the trip. I have a lot of lingerie.

I can’t wait.

If there was one thing Justice King had no prior experience with, it was pleasure deferred. Except perhaps when it came to Rue. But he had never let himself really sit in that. In the last few days, it was all he had done. Let himself turn over every moment that he hadn’t allowed himself to examine at the time. Let himself think about when he put his hands on her thighs at her bachelorette party.

Shit. She had been about to marry Asher. She would’ve married him. And he would never have gotten to taste her.

The things he wanted to do to her... It was why he had avoided her last night after she had sent him those texts. They had been so bold for her. At least, bold for the Rue that he knew. Maybe she liked dirty texts. Maybe it was in her wheelhouse. He didn’t think so, though.

And now it was finally time to leave. The place was three hours away, and he was hoping that if they showed up they could get an early check-in. Because he...

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