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What? He shook himself mentally.
“I didn’t lose good parents. I never had them,” she continued. “Neither did you. You can’t miss what you never had but you can be mad you never had it to miss.”
Christ. She was making too much sense, even though he was struggling to follow what she was saying. And why the fuck was she still talking about people he hated?
He didn’t want to think about her parents right now. He didn’t want to even think about Saylor. He sure as fuck didn’t want to think about how his mother was a cold bitch to him this morning and disappeared as soon as she’d seen him in the house. Or how his miserable, asshole father was still fucking breathing.
Fuck no.
He wanted to think about the woman who stood so close he could smell her citrusy-scented body wash and see how flawless her skin was, all except for the scar she tried to hide.
He could see her chest rising and falling as she took deeper and deeper inhales. He could see her lips parting to release those breaths.
Her palm slipped a little on his stomach. He had no idea if it was by accident or on purpose, but now the tip of her thumb was pressed to the top edge of his waistband.
“Rev.”
“Heard everythin’ you said,” he murmured, right now not even giving a flying fuck about anything she said. Unless it had to do with getting naked with him and sliding down his now-throbbing dick.
“This conversation shouldn’t have made you hard.”
No fuckin’ shit.
“Wasn’t the conversation, buttercup.” She’d noticed how hard he’d become, but did she notice he was hard enough that his zipper was trying to tattoo a pattern into his dick?
Her hand was still there, now pressed to his lower stomach, only a few inches from his hard-on. All she had to do was slide her hand down. Just a little.
Slide it down, Reilly. Touch me ‘cause I can’t touch you.
“We’re not supposed to,” came out on a ragged breath.
“But you wanna,” he said.
Jesus Christ, woman, say no. Say you don’t want me. Say it so I stop bein’ tempted. So you stop temptin’ me.
Her eyebrows rose. “You don’t?”
Reality cracked him upside the head. “You know I fuckin’ can’t,” he practically growled, wanting to punch a goddamn wall.
“You know what? I’m tired of being a pariah in the club. The untouchable one when all I want for you to do is touch me.”
That wasn’t what he needed to hear. He needed to pack his shit tight so he could resist. “Me? Or any one of us? Is it me ‘cause I’m the one here right now, the one who’s available? Or me, ‘cause you only want me?”
“Does it matter?”
His head snapped up and his nostrils flared. His rough words came from the back of his throat in what sounded like a strangled growl. “Yeah, woman, it fuckin’ matters. It sure as fuck matters. If I break this goddamn rule, it needs to be for a good reason and not just to empty my fuckin’ balls. I can do that anywhere where I don’t risk getting maimed. You get me? And I ain’t here just to get you off, either. This will be a huge violation of the rules. A violation that has a worse punishment than what my father could ever give me. Also, don’t think I’m gonna fuck you, then turn around and watch you fuck another one of my brothers. Or anyone else, for fuck’s sake. That shit ain’t ever gonna happen.” He dropped his head until they were practically nose-to-nose. “So, yeah, it fuckin’ matters.”
He fisted her hair, yanked her head back and pressed his mouth to her ear. He brought his voice down an octave lower. “Want my tongue in your mouth, my dick in your pussy, my fingers in your ass. Wanna fill you up with my cum, want you to soak my dick and balls. Wanna feel you pump me ’til I’m empty and you’re full.”
Her shuddered breath escaped her in a rush and her shiver left goosebumps behind in its wake.
Fuck yeah. Her nipples now had to be diamond hard.
“Never done what I’ve been told. Never followed anyone else’s rules but my own. ’Til the Fury. To keep my home, to keep my brotherhood. But, fuck, babe, you’re one rule I wanna break so goddamn badly.”
When another shuddered breath rushed from her, it almost sounded like a sigh. Her hand fisted the waistband of his jeans and twisted it tightly. But, still, she said nothing.
No words were needed, he could see everything he needed to know on her face. In her eyes. In the way she breathed.
“Know you want this. Know that’s why you came into my room last night wearin’ that shit. But not sure if givin’ in to what I want, what you want, is worth losin’ everythin’. It’ll stir shit I don’t want to fuckin’ stir.”
