Page 19 of Rage Finish

“How is a date supposed to end?” I ask breathlessly.

“Like this.” Leaning in, he pauses, but only for a second before his lips touch mine. I whimper on contact, gripping his shirt to get closer. Anyone could see us, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take, inwardly chastising myself because I could’ve been kissing this man for years if I hadn’t been so stubborn. He slides his fingers into my hair, tugging back just an inch to break our kiss. “Don’t you have a chapter to finish?”

“Fuck the chapter.” I chuckle, kissing him again. He pulls me closer, then reaches behind him to unlatch the door, but it doesn’t open. “Oh, shit,” I mutter against his lips. “Did you just pull a ‘me’?”

“No, don’t worry, I have my keycard.” He retrieves it from his back pocket, then attempts to find the sensor without looking. After the third try, I take it from him, letting us both inside. “Are you sure about this?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure of anything in my life.”

12

WYATT

Without a second thought, my mouth crashes into hers as she eagerly tugs at the hem of my sweater, lifting it to reach my belt. My dick may hate me for it later, but I cover her hand with mine to stop her.

“Hey,” I say softly, breaking our kiss. Our chests rise and fall in sync twice before I continue. “You know how I asked you if you’d ever had a one-night stand?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not going to be your first.”

Her nose crinkles a little as she chuckles. “I may have fibbed a bit about that.”

“I figured.”

“So, if it’s not a one-night stand, then what do you want this to be?” Reaching to brush her bangs away from her brow, she sighs into my touch. “Because I don’t do well with friends with benefits.”

“Good. Neither do I.”

I squat enough to grip her thighs and pull her legs around me, leading her farther into the room. Carefully tossing her on the bed, she giggles, and I brace myself with a hand on either side of her. She removes her glasses, taking her time to properly fold them, then takes off mine and puts them on.

“Your eyesight is so bad,” she laughs, then cups my cheek. “Are you sure you can even see me?”

Pressing a soft kiss against her neck, I murmur, “Yes, but I’ll just need to keep you close.” I take off the glasses, setting both pairs on the nightstand, but while I’m distracted, she shimmies away from me. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m turning off the light.”

“Oh, I don’t think so, gorgeous.” I grip her ankle and pull her back to me, making her squeal. “You don’t get to hide from me.”

“Hide? Who’s hiding?”

“Sloane,” I warn.

“Okay, fine, I’m a little intimidated. You’re in incredible shape, and I’m, well… not.”

“Fuck that.” I lift her off the bed and throw her over my shoulder, then march over to the full-length mirror across from the bathroom before setting her down. Spinning her around, I carefully grip her shoulders and meet her eyes in the mirror. “You have nothing to hide. Show me.”

“Show you? Like Jamie Lee Curtis’ striptease in True Lies?” She draws her lips into her mouth to mask her smile.

“I mean, that would be hot as fuck, but no.” I remove her sweater, letting it slowly slide down her arms. “Show me the same confidence you had when we were in the hot tub and you didn’t know who I was. You were wearing a two-piece, not giving a damn about what anyone thought of you. And rightfully so. You’re strong and beautiful.”

“Is that a line you lifted from one of your books?”

My fingertips lightly graze her arm as they move up to her shoulders, goosebumps erupting in their wake. I continue until my hand is at her collarbone, then gently grip the front of her throat and purr, “If this was from one of my books, I’d already have you naked with your perfect tits pressed against the mirror while I make you beg to come.”

Sloane spins around but doesn’t remove my hand from her neck. “How the hell would that even be possible?”

“Want me to show you?” I turn her again and step toward the mirror. “Do you trust me?” She nods, and I continue. Once she’s against the mirror, I tap the inside of her foot with mine to encourage her to spread her legs. She listens beautifully and steps her foot out to the side. Reaching around, I cup her pussy with my free hand, but no matter how much I want to, I don’t tease her through her thin pants. As I press my hard cock against her ass, I keep my voice low and tell her, “If I was one of my characters, I’d have my fingers deep inside your tight pussy while I fucked your ass.” She sucks in a shaky breath. “I’ll admit, one day I’d love to take you just like this. But not tonight.”