Page 27 of Resurfaced Passion

That of a man for a woman, and not two friends.

Completely floored, she moaned—needing more.

Liquid warmth spread through her limbs as his fingers moved into the back of her hair, angling her closer to him while his mouth ravaged and took possession over her for long minutes of the hottest kiss known to man, god and Noah Centineo.

Jealousy was a sweetness in his mouth she could absolutely become addicted to. The involuntarily reactions from his body was sublime. Mind-blowing andsublime.

That’s what it was, wasn’t it? Jealousy.

Paige could relate.

She knew about all the women around the MC, she couldn’t think of Reaper with any of them without becoming murderous to peel off their skin and feed them to wild wolves.

And then the kiss ended abruptly.

Reaper stepped back. Inhaling strongly. Looking like he’d just lost a cage fight with a pack of rabid dogs.

“Don’t let that guy take you home, Paige.” He rasped, the husk in his voice grew more base to it, chin touching his chest, hands buried in his front pockets. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

She somehow heardI’ll kill him if he doesthreaded through his tone.

Paige shivered. His words were a shot of rum, maybe a hit of cocaine and a shock of electricity.

“Reaper… I…”

He wrenched the door open and stalked out, leaving her in a million pieces of fucking confused.

She turned to the mirror, looked at her twin and rose fingers to touch her swollen lips.

He was a hell of a kisser.

Out of this world.

Perfect.

But his changing actions were making her dizzy.

She dabbed water on her face, dried her hands and waited another minute before she left the ladies restroom.

She noted two things at once. Reaper was over by the far wall, wedged into a corner booth with all his biker friends surrounding him. Staring directly at her.

And her table was now empty, and the bill laid on top.

Great, she thought with an eye roll. Her first date in forever and she could chalk it up to an epic disaster.

Her tingly lips reminded her that it wasn’t all bad.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Jealousy looked a lot like the unbearable asshole in the mirror.” - Reaper

The past few days had been insufferable to say the least.

Fucking migraine inducing kind of agony going through his mind.

Not just the headaches.

A walk straight through the bowels of hell would most accurately describe each second.

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