Page 104 of Endgame

I turned to look at Rourke and immediately realised it was a dangerous mistake. The moment his blue eyes settled on mine, a burning sensation scorched through me, settling deep in my pelvis.

“I’m never going to give in,” I managed to squeeze out, cheeks flushed, breathing strained. I was afraid of what would happen to me if I did. “Give up now, Rourke. You’re fighting a losing battle trying to get into my panties.”

“Christ,” he groaned. “Even hearing you talk about me getting into your panties make me hard as a rock.” He clamped his hand on my hip and squeezed. “Damn, Six.”

“I do want you, Rourke,” I admitted in a breathy tone of voice.

His eyes lit up. “Yeah?” His voice was deeper now. His face edged closer to mine.

“Uh-huh.” I nodded, leaning closer to him, forcing myself not to get distracted by the mouth-watering smell of his cologne. “I want to you to shut the fuck up.”

“Tease,” he chuckled, his face so close to me our noses were almost touching.

“I know why you’re doing this,” I whispered, making a point to keep my features impassive. “You only want me because I told you no.”

“Wrong.” Smiling, Rourke moved closer, so close that if I tipped my chin our lips would touch. “I want you because you’re sexy as fuck.”

“You only want my body, Rourke.” Not the rest of me. “Forget it.”

“You’re wrong,” he told me in a seductive voice. “I already told you, I want all of you.”

It wasn’t true.

I couldn’t allow myself to believe it.

Angry and embarrassingly aroused, I looked up at Miss Black and devoted my attention to her, forcing myself to ignore the god sitting next to me.

A low chuckle came from beside me and I blushed a deep shade of red.

Rourke was enjoying this twisted banter, but if he actually realised how much it affected me, I doubted he’d be smirking.

Sometimes I thought he was serious – sometimes I got the distinct feeling that he wasn’t messing around. But it was hard to tell with Rourke. Sure, I got it loud and clear that he thought me and him sleeping together was a fantastic idea, but I couldn’t gotherewith him.

I couldn’t risk it.

Not now that my heart was on the line.

Daring to peek out the corner of my eye at him, I studied the way he looked so fucking amazing in our school uniform.

It wasn’t fair.

The way the grey V-neck sweater looked on him only emphasised what I already knew was underneath.

A rock-hard body.

Like for real, the guy wasripped…

With his arm on the back of my chair once again, Rourke leaned into my ear and whispered, “I can’t wait until you give in and I can taste you again.”

Startled by his remark, I began to cough and splutter and basically choke on my own spit.

Every head in the classroom turned towards us then and I was pretty sure I turned purple as I struggled to catch my breath.

“It’s okay,” Rourke announced in an animated tone. Shoving back his stool, he stood quickly and pulled me out of my seat. “I know the Heimlich maneuver,” he called out as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest. “And CPR,” he added under his breath.

“Mercedes,” Miss Black said in concern as she took in my ruffled appearance. “Are you okay, dear?”

“I’m…good,” I wheezed, fighting my way out of Rourke’s hold. “I just need…”

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