Page 75 of Endgame

“I’ve already told you,” he whispered, leaning closer to me. “I don’t love you.”

“I know.” I swallowed deeply and knotted my fingers in his shirt. “I don’t love you, either.”

“And Iwon’tlove you,” he added, tone gruff. “You need to get that.”

“I get it,” I breathed, sliding my hand beneath his shirt to feel his ripped stomach. “I just don’t think I care anymore.” Crazy as it was, I was completely and utterly overtaken by this boy and all of the danger he represented to me. “I still want you.” With my free hand, I reached up and cupped his stubbly jaw with my trembling hand. “Even if you hate me,” I whispered before pulling his face down to mine.

The moment my lips touched his, Rourke froze.

His eyes were still open and locked on mine.

I could see the questions blazing in those blue depths, his hesitance and his burning hunger.

I didn’t have the answers to the questions I saw in his eyes. I didn’t know them myself. I was confused and unsure and terrified of rejection.

I wasn’t sure what he saw in me then, and I didn’t care, because whatever it was caused him to close his eyes and kiss me back.

He kissed me back.

He wasstillkissing me back.

Opening my mouth to his gentle probing, I allowed my tongue to duel with his, moaning weakly when he pulled back to tug on my bottom lip before reclaiming my lips with a soul searing kiss.

Nothing had ever felt this good.

Nothing had ever felt likeRourke.

Taking control of the situation, Rourke moved forwards, never breaking the kiss, and rolled me onto my back. Seconds later, his body came down on mine, hard, warm, and entirely welcome.

Shimmying beneath his body to shift my skirt up, I opened my legs to Rourke and whimpered into his mouth when his erection pressed hard against my panties.

He clamped a strong hand around one of my thighs and hitched it over his waist as he thrust himself against me, lips never leaving mine.

I didn’t care that he had been kissing another girl less than an hour ago. I didn’t care that I was a virgin and about to give myself up to a boy who had the potential to crush me. I didn’t care if he didn’t love me. I didn’t care about anything other than having his lips on mine and his weight pressing me down. His hand moved to the hem of my shirt, pushing it upwards. Then he was touching my stomach, moving higher…

I moaned loudly when Rourke reached for the cup of my bra and yanked it downwards. My breast fell heavily into his hand. The moment he pinched my nipple, something erupted inside of me, a deep heat of some sorts, and I bucked wildly beneath him.

Grinding against me, I could feel his pulse hammering in his chest. He was hard and his erection strained against the fabric of his jeans, pressing between my legs. The feel of his hands on my skin caused my clit to pulse hard. I needed him. I needed friction. God, I needed this. More of him.

Rourke continued to kiss me, his tongue stroking mine in fluent, confident strokes as I trembled beneath him. His hands were on my hips, pulling me against him, coveting my body.

As soon as it had started it was over and I wanted to scream ‘no’when Rourke jerked off me and leapt off the bed.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I panted, breathless, as I gaped up at his beautiful face.

“I…Fuck!” Rourke hissed as he ran a hand through his ruffled hair and stared down at me with a heated expression. “God fucking dammit.”

My gaze dropped to the large bulge in his jeans. Why was he stopping this? He was hard and turned on. I know he was. I felt it. “Why’d you stop?”

“Don’t!” He held up his hand and clenched his eyes shut. “Please. Fuck. Don’t say another word. You were right the other night.Wecan’t do this.”

“What?” I shook my head and stared at him in frustration. Two seconds ago, he’d been between my legs with my breast in his hand. “Why the hell not?”

He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose in what looked likepain.

Was he in pain?

What the hell was wrong with him?

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