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“Help me?” I nearly choke on the words with just how ridiculous they sound.
“Yes, you should honestly be thanking me right now,” Denver says, eyeing me expectantly. “If it wasn’t for me jumping in there I have no doubt that the rumor mill would have started running at just how close you and the wolf were getting.”
“Denver,” I growl, but confusion stops me short. If he had truly wanted to use the information for his own gain, surely he wouldn’t have interrupted, would he?
“Now everyone will be talking about the confrontation between us, and just how delicious you looked when you were about to claw my eyes out,” Denver says, his voice thick with lust as he drags his gaze over my body. Heat spreads through me at his words, and I slip my bottom lip between my teeth, my mind already imagining what he can do to me.
His eyes focus in on my teeth dragging over my full bottom lip and hunger darkens the cobalt-blue orbs.
“So you’re not going to use that information?” I ask hesitantly, hating the fact that he has any sort of power over me. I have to know the truth though, and this is the only way. Denver and I could go back and forth all day, trading insults and heated stares, so coming right out and asking is the only way I’m going to get the answer I’m looking for.
“Are you going to keep your distance from him?” Denver asks, his voice calm with no hint of jealousy or anger.
I bristle from the question but I can tell there’s no malice behind his words. The truth of his intentions slams into me then. He truly meant to keep me safe from the gossip that would follow if I’d continued selfishly indulging in that lingering hug with Greyson.
“Obviously,” I grumble, still not wanting to admit he was right. I’d needed that push, and the rage he sparked, to look at my actions with a clear mind. I can’t let that happen again, both for Greyson’s sake and mine.
“Then, it will stay between us,” he declares, and I can tell by the stoic look he gives me that there’s no deception in his words. “Just like the other week.”
My breath catches in my throat at the reminder, flames of desire flickering higher at the first mention of our night together.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, hoping it will do something to break the sexual tension thrumming between us.
“Oh no?” he asks, a glint of amusement flickering in his eyes again. He takes a step forward, closing the small space between us. His chest is pressed against mine, my heated skin so close to his. My shirt seems too restrictive now, and my fingers itch to rip it off, to have no barrier between us.
“No,” I whisper, hating the breathy way my voice comes out. He closes his eyes at the sound, his nostrils flaring as he takes a deep calming breath. His fists ball at his sides as he seemingly holds himself back. I don’t want him to though. Despite all the animosity between us, I want his hands on me, exploring every inch of my body.
“I think you do, Hart,” he breathes. His eyes flash open, betraying the burning need blazing through him right now. His gaze devours me, and I swear I can feel the phantom trail of his touch everywhere it lingers. “I think you haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night.”
“Oh really?” I ask. My nipples are already pebbling beneath my bra, my pussy soaked from just his proximity and the tension building into an inferno between us. “Why do you think that?”
“Because I know I haven’t been able to get you off my mind,” Denver growls. I suck in a sharp breath, nearly stumbling back in shock. I hadn’t expected him to come out and say it like that. I’d expected us to tiptoe around our desire, to either succumb to it, powerless to the hypnotic draw, or burst from the room and have to deal with the lust burning through me on my own. “I’ve fucking tried, but your annoyingly beautiful face and that luscious body keep haunting me, day and night.”
I scowl back at him, unsurprised that he had to use the opportunity to throw in a slight, but secretly grateful he had. If he hadn’t, I’m not sure I could let myself give into the lust driving me forward. It’s just sex. Nothing else is going to change. No, nothing elsecanchange. Despite the relative peace between our families, we’ve always been adversaries, and that can’t change.
“I still hate you, Prince,” I murmur, my eyes already locked onto his lips. He has to realize that this is how it needs to be, otherwise I need to run out the door right now.
“I fucking hate you too, Hart,” Denver groans, his thick cock rubbing against my stomach. “I’m going to destroy you this year, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to deny you the best fuck of your life.”
“Someone’s a bit too cocky,” I scoff, eyeing him shrewdly. Sure it had been the best sex I’d had in a while, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to admit that. “You were average at best.”
“Keep telling yourself that, sunshine,” he huffs. “That’s why you’re drooling over the thought of having my cock fill that pretty little pussy of yours, right?”
My lips pop open, but he doesn’t give me a chance to get a word out as his lips crash on mine, devouring me in a scintillating kiss.
“Asshole,” I hiss against his lips, and I roughly slide my hands over his crisp white shirt, digging my fingers into his thick muscles. He laughs in response, his fingers gripping my ass and grinding me against him in response.
“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” he growls, the sound vibrating against my chest, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. No I wouldn’t, but I’d never admit that. This isn’t soft or gentle. No, this is rough and desperate. Our bodies come together as one in a clash of limbs and teeth. Something about him just pulls me, infuriating me and enticing me all at once.
I suck in a sharp breath as Denver’s hands shift to my hips and turn me abruptly to face the wall.
“Hands on the wall, Hart,” he growls, gripping my hips as if he’s ready to bend me over right now and take me. Excitement rushes through me at that though, my body quivering in anticipation of his length pumping into me, but I can’t resist a bit of defiance.
“And what if I don’t?” I ask mischievously. My hands itch to brace themselves against the wall, leaving my pussy in the perfect position for him to just slide my panties to the side and glide into my already wet core.
He slides a hand down to the hem of my skirt and trails two fingers over the smooth curve of my ass. A shiver runs through me, sending tendrils of desire down my spine at the light teasing touch as he nears the edge of my panties. Rubbing them over the soaked fabric, he groans in delight at what he finds. He teases over them again, refusing to delve beneath and sink them into me like I know we both desperately crave.
“This is all you get, if you don’t put your hands on the wall,” he whispers, his chest brushing against my back as he leans forward. He goes to move his fingers away but I hurriedly lean forward and brace myself on the cold stone wall.
