Page 108 of Endgame

“Right back atcha, Six,” he replied, blue eyes burning through me.

“Okay.” I exhaled a shaky breath and forced a smile. “Okay, so we’ve established we bring out foreign emotions and personality traits in each other –”

“Six?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Rourke didn’t wait for me to answer; his lips crashed down on mine harshly, taking my breath away – and what was left of my common sense.

Gasping, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me and pressed me against the wall. I relished in the feel of him punishing my mouth with his.

He was rough and urgent and I loved every second of it. So much so, I cried out in pleasure.

Everything about this moment felt surreal. This was everything I had refutably denied I wanted since I saw him at our parents wedding. He hurt me that day and I buried my attraction to him with disgust. I couldn’t do it anymore though. Not when he tasted so damn good on my lips.

Having Rourke crushed against me, straining against me, his hands on my body and his mouth on mine, was everything I had ever wished for.

Everything about him screamed urgent, like he couldn’t bear the thought of spending another second apart.

“What about Britt?” I blurted out, panting. I hated to break the kiss, but I needed to know, dammit.

“No Britt,” Rourke whispered, trailing kisses down my neck, stopping to suckle on my collar bone. “No other girls.”

My body thrilled at the thought.

Was he saying he was mine?

“No Larkin, either,” he added gruffly. “Or any other asshole.”

“So, what?” I moaned and tilted my head to one side, giving his mouth access to my bare flesh. “We’re exclusive, um, friends?”

Please say yes.

Please say yes.

Rourke stopped kissing my neck. Leaning back, he looked into my eyes, obviously mulling over my question. “If you want something from me, just ask, Six.”

Okay.“I want you to not touch any other girls for as long as we’re, um, friends.”

Rourke stared hard at me for a long moment before nodding. “Deal.” He gestured between us. “No one else for as long asthislasts.”

Relief flooded my body, so prominent and intoxicating that I drew his mouth back down to mine almost frantically.

I was playing a dangerous game with my stepbrother; one where my heart and pride were on the line.

“I need to be honest with you about something,” Rourke panted, reluctantly breaking the kiss.

Kiss me,I wanted to scream.Stop talking and kiss me…

“What?” I breathed, looking up at his darkened eyes.

“This.” He gestured between us. “It’s not permanent.”

“I know that,” I forced myself to say, even if it killed a little piece of me to say it. “It’s temporary and you won’t ever love me. You’ve told me this before, Rourke.”

“I just want us to be on the same page.” His eyes were dark and full of heated desire as he spoke. “This is temporary,” he continued to say and I wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince. “But one hundred percent exclusive for as long as it lasts.”

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