She’d have to be an idiot for forgive me.
“So,what are you sorry for, Stone, if you’re not sorry for any of that?” she repeated.
“I’m sorrythat I didn’t trust you,” I answered. “I’m sorry that I let jealousy and insecurity get the best of me.” A lone tear escaped, but Rylee quickly wiped it away. “I’m sorry that I ruined our first time together. And if it’s any consolation, that regret will eat away at me for the rest of my fucking life.”
Her next words sliced me right down the middle. “How do you expect me to ever let you touch me again, Stone?” Her voice was raspy and emotional, but strong. “Do you have any idea of the things that were running through my mind while I was on my knees-”
I practically ran across the room until her face in my hands again.“Don’t.”
“Why not? You deserve it,” she spat. “You deserve to hear howusedyou made me feel. You deserve to hear how I felt nothing butguiltat the knowledge of how I enjoyed what you did to me, then scrubbed myself raw in the shower afterwards.” She was literally killing me. “You deserve to hear how I was so crushed by what you did to me that I spilled my guts to virtual strangers, begging for their help.” Her eyes were wide and clear as she continued to gut me. “You deserve to hear how your touch makes my skin crawl.”
Fuck, she was a fighter.
Andwhile everything she was saying was true, that last bit was a lie. If my touch made her skin crawl, she wouldn’t let me within five feet of her. And this was twice, now, that she’s let me cradle her face after the lesson she dished out earlier today.
“You’re lying,” I said, calling her on her shit. “You might hate me, and you might hate yourself for the way you feel about me, but my touch doesn’t make your skin crawl.” I leaned in further. “I’d bet it’s quite the opposite, and that’s why you’re so fucking mad.”
“Andyou’re proud of that?” she asked, not denying it.
My thumbs skimmed over herjaw. “Baby, I just want you,” I said, breaking it down to the basics. “I just want you, Rylee. That’s it. That’s all.”
Herhead shook a little. “You’re an asshole.”
“Iknow.”
“You’re the biggest bastard I’ve ever met,” she continued.
“I know.”
“You deserve to suffer.”
“I know.”
“I hate you,” she hissed.
“I know that, too,” I replied right before I crashed my lips to hers. When Rylee’s hands fisted in my shirt, and it wasn’t to push me away, I knew I had her.
I’d won.
Rylee’s mouth opened beneath mine and her tongue battled with mine, my aggressiveness derived from desire, hers derived from hate.
Still,I’d take it.
Pushing herup against the wall, my hands held her prisoner as my mouth devoured hers. She let out a throaty moan, and my dick was hard as fuck from that alone. The feel of Rylee’s body pressed up against mine felt divine. However, kissing her was always going to be my favorite thing about her.
I already knew what it felt like to be insider her, and I was dying to take my time tasting her pussy, but kissing her?
Therewas nothing like kissing Rylee.
Breaking the contact, I stared down at her, my voice rough and breathless. “Tell me you’re going to marry me, Rylee,” I demanded. “Tell me you’re going to marry me, baby.”
“Convince me,” she challenged, and I wouldn’t have expected anything less.
Chapter 34
Rylee~
This was going to be filed away under the worst mistake of my life, but after weighing everything Kincaid had told me, I found I wasn’t willing to risk Stone’s wrath just to salvage my pride. Not when my feelings for him complicated things.