Page 29 of Dirty Rock

“J-Jules…” I forced out as our teeth clashed, and I tried to pull away, only for her to drag me back.

Her tears were now on my cheeks, her breathing erratic, and those perfect little mewls of desperation were etching themselves on my brain to last a lifetime.

“Baby,” I croaked as I tried to ignore her obvious arousal. It felt hotter than anything I’d ever experienced in my lap before. Her heat travelled through my body, coaxing me in. Her kiss made my eyes roll in the back of my head as I desperately tried to keep my thoughts pure.

But, fuck, she was making it hard to resist.

“You said anything, Rhett,” she gasped between desperate, heavy kisses. “Anything includes me.”

“You’re…”different,I tried to say, but God, I wanted to screw her.

“Anything. I can be that. I can be anything.”

You’re not just anything.You’re better than me—better than the rest.

“I can be forgettable… like the others,” she croaked weakly.

Forgettable? With that mouth? I highly fucking doubt that.

My body wanted me to flip her over, strip her of her clothes and dignity, and fuck her hard. It wanted to show her how seriously I took sex. It wanted to show her how I wasn’t just the master of the stage, but I could be the master of her, too.

My mind, however, was at war.

Fucking conscience. It chose now to show up for the first time in twenty-six years.

Hooking my arms under hers, I ran my fingers through the back of her short hair before I grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her back from me.

Her mouth was wet and parted as she looked down at me, panting. Sex shone from her eyes, mixed with undeniable grief. This woman I barely knew but had shared so much of my life with looked familiar, yet completely new.

Another tear fell down her cheek, and I reached around to wipe it away with my thumb.

“You don’t want this,” I told her softly.

“You said anything.”

“Yeah, and you’re not just anything.”

She scowled, looking at me like I’d just punched her straight in the stomach. “You’re turning me down?”

“No, look, it’s—”

“You don’t want this,” she said softly, repeating my own words back to me.

Couldn’t she see? Couldn’t she feel how much I wanted all of it? “Jules, stop. Just wait a minute and think—”

“Fuck this.” She was up and off me before I could even blink, and my dick ached with a need to be inside her. The farther she distanced herself, the harder it grew.

Go to her. Chase her. Let’s get the fuck inside her. If that’s how good she kisses, imagine how well she screws.

Julia marched over to the table, poured herself a full glass of Jack Daniels, and she threw the entire contents down her neck like it was water. Her eyes scrunched together as she gulped it down, and all I could focus on was the fact that she could look like that with my dick down her throat.

Jesus.

Iwasan arsehole.

With a painful, unsatisfied-erection-issue groan, I rolled over onto all fours and began to stand. “You’re not thinking straight, Jules. I’m trying to be the sensible one here.”

A huff of sarcastic laughter fell from her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Rhett Ryan has a conscience. Yeah, right.”

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