Page 103 of Endgame

Well, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. It was all about the chase for Rourke. I had turned him down. He wasn’t used to being told no. I was fully aware that once he had me, this…fascinationwith me would get old.

“But you want to,” Rourke chuckled, reclaiming the space I’d put between us. He reached up then and twisted my ponytail with his hand, tugging ever so slightly, making my eyelids flutter.

“I don’t think you’re funny,” I whispered when I felt his hand drop to the back of my stool. “In fact, I think you’re an annoying asshole.”

Rourke chuckled and his breath fanned my neck. “I love that dirty mouth of yours,” he whispered. “Such a fucking turn on.”

“Why are you even taking biology?” I snapped, feeling flustered and at a complete loss. “It’s not as if you need it.”

Rourke smirked at me in challenge. “What makes you think I don’t need it?”

“You want to be an architect,” I shot back, flushed that I was so deeply aware of this boy I knew his college preferences. “Why would you need biology to design buildings?”

His brows rose in surprise. “You think I want to be an architect?” His voice was deceptively soft, his blue eyes burning with something I didn’t recognize.

“Well yeah,” I mumbled, embarrassed. I had seen Rourke’s drawings and sketches. I knew all the classes he took at school. I knew a lot about him actually.Too much.“Like your mom, right?” I swallowed deeply. “She was an architect, right?” A really fricking awesome one from what I had learned. According to Amelia, Rourke’s mom had been a total badass in the design world. A young woman in her early twenties competing with men for contracts and winning every single time. Camille Owens had been a force to be reckoned with.

Rourke stared hard at me for the longest moment before saying, “Why areyoutaking this class? Last time I checked, you didn’t need biology for a business degree.”

I bristled. “It’s part of my backup plan.”

“Backup plan?”

“That’s right.”

“You coming to the game tonight?” he surprised me by asking. When I looked at him in confusion, he clarified, “It’s our first game of the season.”

I squeezed my thighs together and shook my head.

“Why not?”

“I don’t like football.” Why was I lying? Iwasgoing to the game. At least, Molly was expecting me to go with her.

“But I want you there,” Rourke probed, his minty breath fanning my face. “I want you watching me.”

I swallowed deeply and sagged forward. “I can’t.”

Rourke continued to stare at me with that heated expression and I felt myself cracking. I couldn’t handle this. Him. He was too much.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” I admitted hoarsely.

“It’s really fucking simple,” he shot back, leaning closer. “You.”

“You want my body.”

“I want all of you.”

My heart hammered against my ribcage. “Liar.”

His lips tipped up. “I’m not a liar.”

No, he wasn’t a liar. “Why?” Why now? He’s hated me for weeks. Why the sudden change of heart?

“Fuck if I know,” Rourke admitted gruffly. “But I do. I can’t get enough of you, Six. I’m driven fucking crazy with the urge to get to you.” He leaned closer and pressed a hot kiss to my neck. “It’s probably toxic as hell and bad for the both of us, but I can’t change it.”

“Miss Black is right over there.” I cast a nervous glance to the other side of the classroom to where our Biology teacher was animatedly explaining something about the reproductive system to an amused looking Daryl and almost hysterical looking Mason. “She’ll throw you out of class if she sees you touching me like this…” my words trailed off when Rourke hooked his fingers into the waistband of my skirt, and I had to bite down hard on my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.

“Hmm,” Rourke mused before dropping his arm from my chair. My heart sank for a moment before skyrocketing in my chest when he caught a hold of the edge of my stool and dragged it towards him, my body settling flush against his.

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