Page 89 of The Perfect Wrong

I know what this is.

Insane.

Wrong.

Impossible to stop.

Delia gasps as I grab her bare thigh, running my fingers under her dress. I dig my fingers into her flesh, all I can do to fight the burning urge to slide my hand between her legs, to find out what kind of lace she’s wearing and how soaked it is.

“Delia. Delia, goddamn you,” I whisper, angry at myself because I can’t let go of this obsession.

“Chris...what the hell?” she slurs. The girl’s drunk, but not so far gone that she doesn’t understand that bestial look in my eyes.

“I was wrong about you, princess. Dead fucking wrong. Wrong about myself, too,” I growl.

She stares at me, her eyes huge and questioning.

“Look. I don’t give a shit if you’ve never had a man between your legs or if our parents shacked up like idiots. It shouldn’t hold anything back.” My voice becomes thunder as I wrap my hands around her, find her ass, and squeeze, sweeping her closer. “I fucking need you, woman. I cannot share a bed again without it, you understand?”

The way her eyes lid tells me she gets it.

Because her eyes are bathed in the same hot wanting flames.

“Pick a place for dinner,” I tell her. “No more drinks. No more fun and games. I want you sober, well fed, whatever you need to stay up all night and take every inch of me.”

She trembles so hard I can feel it when I say that last part.

At first, I think she’s scared, overwhelmed by my crazy about-face.

Then she jerks forward, shoving her lips into mine.

I push back.

Hard.

We kiss like a storm breaking, wet and hot and wild, fully swept by our passions.

For the next few minutes, we’re two charges colliding in our own world, oblivious to people walking past.

A few stop and stare, laughing and muttering under their breath.

Hell if I care.

With her, there’s no more pretending.

No more distractions.

Definitely no more denial.

I need, need,needto fuck this girl, to claim her, to show her what she’s done to me.

Honestly, the taboo of having her only makes it worse.

I want Delia like nothing else because she’s pure.

Because my greedy-ass mother made her off-limits before I had any say.

Rather, she tried.

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