Page 37 of After Our Kiss

I'd been sure I'd get a reaction. But he just looked down his nose at me, his hand not moving on my chest. “Would you believe never?”

My heart thudded quicker. “I wouldn't.”

His fingers gently pinched my nipple—I gasped. He was mapping me out, observing my reactions. “You're right. I thought about you for countless nights, Georgia. I've ached to fuck you... never thought I'd get the chance.”

The boiling energy between us combusted. His lips were a whirlpool, slamming us together and threatening damage. Our inner demons were eager to get out their frustrations at the world in anyway they could.

This push-and-pull excited me. Had he warped me already?

Or was I twisted up all along?

Ripping my sweater up he exposed my breasts. His opposite hand sought out my other nipple; the missing part of his pinky was noticeable on my tender skin.

Abruptly he withdrew, leaving me sitting there with my legs spread as wide as my eyes. He clutched his forehead like there was something stabbing him from inside his skull. “I can't do this.”

“Why?” I asked. My voice splintered from his rejection. “After all that, you won't... am I only good enough when you're treating me like a toy for yourfather?”I demanded, and he flinched. “Do you really not want me?”

The despair in his final glance cooled my mood. “I don't. Not like this.”

I'd never heard a door slam shut so loudly in my life.