Page 26 of Resurfaced Passion

And it felt amazing to hear.

To feel him along her back, his denim rough against the back of her thighs as her dress worked its way up an inch, crowding his massive body into hers so she had no choice but to stand in the confines of his arms and experience his rusty words caressing against her ear.

Within seconds he had her breathless.

His burning eyes in the mirror took lust directly between her legs, making her clit ache for his fingers.

“That woman in the mirror doesn’t settle for fuck-boys, Paige.”

“He’s not a—”

“She’s too damn good for him,” he hissed.

Scorching fire bursts through her veins as the vibrations abraded against her neck, it heated her muscles, melted her skin. Made her nothing but boneless satisfaction and without realizing she was doing it, Paige leaned back into him.

Reaper’s hand came to rest under her chin making sure she didn’t look away. “Look at the woman in the mirror and know she’s too fucking good for the likes of him out there.”

“Wh-what about you?” She whispered, eye-to-eye in the glass. She felt each hard inhale, like he’d been running for days. The moment was palpable. “Am I too good for you too?”

There. She’d said it. It was out now, and she couldn’t take back the words even if she wanted to.

Those burning amber’s were totally centered on her and he twitched like he was about to bolt. She didn’t give him a chance, not this time. Not after he forced this situation for reasons only Reaper knew but Paige was determined to find out.

She turned around, brushing every inch of her body against every long inch of his. She fought back a moan, he felt so good—strong andamazing.

Her hearing worked just fine when she caught him hissing, his head dropped a little and he continued breathing heavily.

“Am I?”

“Always.”

Deflating, she had no clue then why this was happening. Why he’d storm in and mess up her date like this.

And then.

His head came up with an immediate snap, and all she saw in those eyes were pure, unaltered, unmasked desire. “The difference is I don’t give a fuck if I am unworthy, Paige.” He gripped her hips with just the right amount of hardness, holding her to him, though it was redundant seeing how he had her pinned against the sink.

Her hands crawled up his chest. Slowly. Slowly, until they reached the top of his wide shoulders.

He was so hard everywhere. Every muscle sharp under her fingers.

However much silence he gave her, Paige was finally seeing clearly that he was affected by her just as she was by him. He just hid it so much better.

“You don’t?”

He didn’t use words.

His head lowered. Giving her ample seconds to tell him to stop.

He kind of shuddered a hot breath over her face and then dove the rest of the inches separating them, crashing his lips over hers. He didn’t give her time to consider it further. Between one breath and the next, the big, quiet biker wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her toward him. Like a magnet, she went.

Paige was completely unprepared for the softness on her mouth, how gentle he was. She would’ve thought that after spending entire evenings with Reaper—watching the food network and carefully spying on him from the corner of her eye—that she would’ve known all there was to expect from being kissed for the first time by a new man.

Hells no. This blew her mind and her panties.

His mouth invaded hers along with his growl and it was lights out, girl down for Paige, because the man stole everything from her and gave back a crashing lust never felt before. At least not in long memory. His kiss caught her off guard and swept her up into his tornado, his rough and ready body consumed her with fast, skilled flicks of his tongue over hers. She became a beating pulse, a wanton woman with her mouth open to accept the forced tongue twirling around hers, daring her to push him out of her lips. Her arms went up around his neck, standing on the very tips of her toes in order to reach him, the kiss was reckless, fast, hot and so incredible that when she moaned he gave her one right back directly into her mouth.

She leaned into the possessive kiss and felt his hunger unleashed.

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