“Again with the lies,” I replied, confident. I could tell. I could see it in her eyes. It wasn’t hate at all.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, the air was stolen from my lungs, but not by a blow to the chest. It was stolen by Rosalie. She stood up on her tiptoes to close the gap that kept her lips apart from mine, stealing the breath right from my mouth.
And I didn’t stop her.
It felt as if something within me snapped once I understood shewantedto kiss me. Her actions contradicted her words. I could tell she wanted to hate me, but she couldn’t. I admired her efforts while I deepened the kiss. Her lips were soft,brutal. I was tired of holding back. My free hand reached her hip, and I grabbed onto her skin tightly.
It felt like I’d finally gotten a hold of something I should’ve had years ago.
Something that wasmine.
Her kiss seeped into my chest. It burned. Her lips were soft.God, they were everything I remembered them being. They still tasted like cherry.
I kissed her with built-up tension, fearing I wouldn’t be able to stop. I felt sick with nerves. Rosalie smiled gently against my lips, and I quickly became addicted. My breathing grew unsteady. I was greedy for more of her. Her fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt as if she was afraid I’d slip away.
With just one kiss, I began to crave a second, then a third, and most definitely a fourth.
I could feel the anticipation pulsing through me, encouraging me to let go of all reason. I’d already forgotten the reason I’d forced myself away from her.
It felt good to finally grab temptation by the throat and taste her lies. Hersins.
But Rosalie’s lips tasted different. They weren’t as sinful as I remembered them being. She tasted like heaven, and it feltrevivingto kiss her.
Every nerve ending in my body electrified in her hold. It wasn’t just built-up tension; it was built-upfixation, with no outlet.
The moment she whimpered into my mouth was the moment I forgot why I was even taking my time in the first place. How could I, when she sounded likethat?
Rosalie knew what she was doing to me, and she did it well. I was no match for her. I could feel my heart sinking in my chest. It beat rapidly, and I couldn’t control it.
Finally, I lifted her into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I set her down on the counter, kissing her everywhere I could, before my hands ventured to the hem of her dress—the same dress I wanted to tear off her body.
Positioning myself in front of her, I forced her legs apart.
“Tell me to stop,” I whispered against her neck as my hand moved to pull her dress up her thighs slowly. “Tell me to go, and I will.”
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, I thought she’d tell me to stop. I thought she’d remind me of the rules. But she remained silent, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Then her words came quickly. “I don’t want you to stop.” She took my hand and brought it to the strap of her dress. Her headnuzzled mine as I held the thin strap between my fingers. “I want you to take this off.”
She didn’t have to tell me again before I brushed it off her shoulder. The fabric of the dress caught on her nipple—the same one that I put in my mouth.
I lifted the dress out from under her. Her hips fit perfectly in my hand, and the black thong she wore fit the shape of her body perfectly.
Leaning down, I kissed the skin of her thigh, pressing my hand against her stomach and slowly pushing her back. My kisses moved inward, meeting the lace of her thong. Her fingers instinctively combed through my hair, pulling me closer to her.
Pressing my thumb against her clit, I watched her mouth fall open gradually, allowing a weak murmur to slip through her lips.
God, that sound. I’d do anything to hear it again.
And I did.
I pulled the lace to the side and brought my lips closer. It wasn’t long before my tongue found her clit, and her nails found my skin.
Fucking finally, I had what was mine.
She liked how I made her feel, and I was damn near insane for how she tasted. We were perfect for one another, no matter how much she refused to acknowledge it. She wouldn’t be this wet if she truly hated me. She could test me, lie to me, say she hated me, but that didn’t stop her body from reacting to me.
My hands held onto her waist and then moved to her thighs. Her back shifted, struggling to remain still as she arched from the pressure of my tongue. Slowly, I pushed my finger inside of her.
