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"And you don't know why?"
He looked at me and shook his head.
"Well, I'm sure there are other rooms in this hotel. You should get one and get some sleep, which is what I intend to do."
I wanted to walk to the bed and get in, but I didn't want to be close to Rowan. He made me weak, and right now, I needed to be strong and hold myself together until I could be with Yasmine. Then I could fall apart.
He came to me, and I flinched as he got closer. I looked away from him, not wanting to see whatever was playing on his face.
"You look like a child," he whispered. "All fresh-faced and…innocent."
"We both know I'm not." I still didn't look at him.
He held my chin with his hand and turned my face to him. "You know why I didn't fuck you last night?"
I didn't respond. I thought what we did felt a lot like making love, but then again, what did I know? These were the big leagues, and I was just a daft idiot from London who didn't know her head from her arse.
"I didn't want to fuck my brother's girlfriend."
"I told you—"
"But you're not his anymore," he continued as if I hadn't spoken.
"So, you're here for a goodbye fuck? Is that it?" I hated that I still wanted him. Hated that I was happy he was here so I could say goodbye.
"Yes."
It shouldn't hurt, but it did. I'd fallen in love, but what did he feel? Just lust?
He kissed me then, slowly, languidly, as if we had all the time in the world. A sound escaped me, a moan, when his lips slammed against mine. His tongue penetrated my mouth. He sucked my bottom lip, bit gently. My mouth moved to find his, wanting, wanting, wanting.
"Yes," he murmured as he brushed his lips against mine.
My breath escaped when he once again bit my lower lip, this time harder.
"More?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I love that you want me, love that your mouth seeks mine. Love that when I kiss you, your body trembles."
I eased my fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth down to mine. I kissed him this time. Licked his lips, dipped into his mouth, closed my teeth against his jaw, his lips. I wanted to consume him whole.
I could feel his heartbeat against my hands, a staccato rhythm that matched our arousal, our excitement. The thought of making love with Rowan was like a fire inside me.
He raised his mouth, and I moaned, "No."
"You want more?"
"Yes."
"You want me to kiss you?"
"Rowan…."
He chuckled and nuzzled my nose with his. "How do you want me to kiss you?" He softly brushed his lips on mine. "Is this good?"
"Good," I breathed.
