Page 388 of Bad Prince
Not because I doubted him.
Because my body betrayed me instantly—already seeing it.
His bedroom door clicking shut.
His hands at my waist.
His mouth taking its time like he had all night to worship every place he’d denied himself.
Then, with a control that looked like it cost him blood, he pressed one hard kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Not enough.
Nowhere near enough.
Just enough to brand.
I made a helpless sound and his eyes flashed like he nearly changed his mind right there.
But he stepped back.
Actually stepped back.
Breathing hard.
Hands clenched.
Face wrecked.
“I have to go before I do something that makes getting on that bus impossible.”
I stared at him, pulse hammering.
“That sounds like it could be a problem.”
That pulled the ghost of a grin from him.
“Be good.” He pressed another hard kiss to the side of my neck, savoring the moment.
Then he looked at me one last time—really looked, like he was taking something with him—and the grin vanished, leaving only heat and promise.
“Play angry while I’m gone,” he said.
I lifted my chin.
“I always do.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth one final time.
“Yeah,” he said roughly. “I know.”
Then he turned and walked out of the half-lit gym without looking back, leaving me against the wall, breathless and burning and already counting the days until he came home.
Outside, dawn was just beginning to stain the windows gold.
Inside, everything had already been set on fire.
The worst part is that he leaves me burning.
