Page 122 of Endgame

What the hell could I say to that?

Nothing, I decided.

Absolutely nothing.

So instead of speaking and potentially making a fool of myself, I reached up and cupped his neck with my hand before pulling his face down to mine. I was sinking; drowning in his ocean blue eyes.

Pressing my soft body against his hard chest, I clung to him, kissing him deeply and opening my mouth when I felt his tongue’s gentle probing. I wanted this. Him. Everything he was willing to give me. And because I was a chicken with words, I told him with my lips.

He held me close and his huge frame covering mine…it made me feel safe. I wasn’t used to this. But with Rourke, in his arms, I felt protected.

The growl that tore from his chest made everything south of my navel clench and throb. I was in so much trouble. So much, but I couldn’t go back now. Not now I knew that he wanted me, too.

He was surprisingly respectful, touching me in all the appropriate places; my back, my hips, my face. I was miserably dissatisfied. I wanted him to touch me like he had those nights in our rooms.

I wanted him to lose control.

God knows I had.

Pressing myself closer, I rocked against him, needing more than his kisses.

He smiled against my lips, but didn’t stop kissing me. That sort of pissed me off.

Was he screwing around with me?

Did he not want this?

I was close to ripping my clothes off and begging him to make this aching feeling go away and Rourke seemed unaffected.

Well, nottotallyunaffected.

The bulge in his jeans, the one pressing against my belly, told me he was aroused.

I wanted more though.

I wanted him to lose himself in me the same way I was losing myself in him.

“Take it easy,” he chuckled, breaking the kiss once more.

“Are you serious right now?” I demanded breathlessly, looking up at him with hard, lustful eyes. “I thought you wanted me?”

“Are you seriously questioning whether or not Iwant you?” he shot back. “Look at my dick, Six.” He made a point of gesturing to the obscenely large bulge in the front of his jeans. “I’m two fucking seconds away from exploding here.”

“You’re not acting like it.” I huffed.

“Because you asked me for something,” Rourke said with a teasing lilt of his voice. “You told me you needed my friendship before anything else.” He smiled softly before adding, “And I have every intention of giving that to you.”

“Are you playing mind games with me, Rourke?”

Was he?

One minute he wanted me, and the next he didn’t?

“Are you having second thoughts about this?” If he was going to change his mind again about us then I needed to know now. I was slipping down a steep slope when it came to this guy.

I needed to protect myself.

“Actually, I’m trying really hard not to fuck this up, Six,” Rourke shot back with a nervous chuckle. I heard the vulnerability in his voice, saw it in his eyes. His words caused my heart to constrict tightly in my chest. Reaching out, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and exhaled heavily. “I want you to be comfortable with me.”

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