Page 49 of Hard to Resist

The server has no care for Cullen’s annoyance, and I let out a soft laugh.

“Always a show-off.” He shoots daggers at the Brit.

“It was a nice gesture.” I reach forward and link his hand with mine, looping our fingers together.

“Gesture, my ass. He wants something.”

I squeeze his hand, and he gives me an apologetic smile, squeezing back.

“Sorry.”

“I don’t mind. I like seeing these different sides of you.”

His gaze darkens at my words, and his thumb rubs in a crescent moon motion along my skin. It causes my breath to stutter in my chest, and it starts to feel a smidge too warm.

I pull my hand back using it to fan myself. A nervous giggle is all I can get out, and that just causes my cheeks to flush even more.

“You want to head out onto the rooftop and get some fresh air?”

“Yeah, sure.”

I’ll take anything.

He rests his hand on the small of my back as we head out onto the rooftop. The balmy night air swirls around us as the noises of the city filter in under the DJ’s music. Cullen keeps me close as we snake around the many bodies packing the space until he finds a small pocket by the glass railing to sneak us into.

I rest my hip against the glass, turning my head to the side to stare out at the sparkling skyline. The entire city is illuminated, whether from billboards, streetlights, or the sparse apartment lights. Cars continue to chug down the busy roads, and groups upon groups of people litter the sidewalks.

“I’ll never get tired of this view.”

Cullen leans down, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. “I could say the same thing.”

I freeze, my gaze locking on a random signpost as he trails a finger from my shoulder blade, down my back, and ends on the soft skin around my hip. He squeezes the flesh there, teasing my name to get me to look at him.

“Verity.”

My chest feels like a million bees are buzzing within it, the hum drowning out all sound in my ears.

I’m unable to resist the pull. I turn my head back to face him, feeling his nose graze along my cheekbone until we come tip to tip. His proximity is overwhelming, making me feel drunk even though I haven’t had a drop of liquor.

“Let me ask you again. Do you kiss on the fourth date?”

His breath skates over my lips, as if we are about to exchange souls.

“No.” There’s a challenge in my eyes and a smirk on my lips.

“Really?”

His gaze narrows as he presses even closer, leaving millimeters between our mouths so that it practically feels as though we are touching.

“Are you sure?”

As he forms the letters, that distance disappears. He speaks the words directly onto my lips, and my knees just about give out from under me.

I grip the railing with my hand, but I’m a complete mess. My pussy is pulsing, and we haven’t even done anything yet. The thread I’ve been holding onto snaps.

“No.” This time, I’m the one dancing my mouth across his. “I’m not sure.”

“Good.”

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