His eyes drop back to my swollen lips.
“How can Inotnow?” I breathe, lust-eyed and hungry for more.
He growls again, setting me on the kitchen counter and spreading my legs to stand between them. “I’m not crossing this line with you, Rose.”
I cradle his strong jaw, stroking it lightly, then lean to kiss along that line I’ve silently memorized.
His eyes flutter closed. “Fuck, your lips are like a drug.” He turns to meet them with his. “The best kind of drug.”
He moves me onto the couch, the lights still dim from before I left the house.
Wilder squeezes my thigh, then uses one finger to lift my skirt, dragging it up by the slit.
Anticipation doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel in my bones. I want him.
And I’m about to have him.
14
Wilder
There’s a hard knock on the door and I jolt back, tearing myself away from the girl I’ve been strugglingnotto crave for the past week. “Who the hell?”
Rose’s eyes are wide and confused, like it’s not her door being banged on. “How should I know?”
“Rose, open up.”
At the sound of my best friend’s voice on the other side, I’m both terrified—and enraged.
Because how dare he waltz onto my property banging on doors of my residents like he owns them?
I’m sitting up on my knees on the sofa, with Rose still under me, her blouse shifted, her skirt—damn her skirt—pulled up high enough for me to see her inner thigh.
I adjust in my jeans, then stand. “He usually come by this late?”
She pushes up off the couch, glancing at the clock over the oven—as if we both don’t know it’s after one.
“No.” Her voice is shaky and now I’m even more outraged. Hell, if I could open this door myself right now—
With that thought, I run a hand through my hair, pacing the small living room. “He can’t see me here. Not at this hour.”
She looks up at me, almost apologetically—as if she’d done something wrong here. “The bedroom,” she whispers. “I’ll get rid of him.”
I want to bend down to kiss her.
To tell her to get rid of him fast so I can have my hands on her again.
But I hesitate a little too long, and there’s another bang. With a single nod, I disappear down the hall, slipping into the bedroom. The lights are off in the hallway, so he shouldn’t see me lurking back here.
I hear a sharp intake of breath before the door is pulled open. “Wh—”
Heavy, unrelenting footsteps enter the foyer. “Want to tell me where you were tonight?”
I frown.
DoesheknowIwaswithher?Didheseeusintown?
“Last I checked, I’m not sixteen and you’re not Dad.”
