Page 125 of Sugar & Shadows

“Or this.” His lips traveled down, peppering my neck.

“I shouldn’t let you.” I gasped.

“Yeah.” He kissed the other side. “You should probably punch me again.”

“You’d deserve it.”

Grinning, he clutched my hips and dragged me into his lap.

I pulled back a fraction. Shit. This was a bad idea. But I couldn’t stop myself.

I was shaking. Trembling, really.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Gabriel Harding, Maplewood golden boy, small-town aw-shucks mayor, and all-around good guy would be the one making me ache with need.

But here we were.

So I kissed him. Fucking Gabriel Harding on his couch was not on my to do list today, but given how things were going, I wasn’t fighting it.

Because he was such a good kisser. Good enough that my shirt and bra were already off and I was grinding against his erection.

“You waste no time,” I breathed as he kissed my neck, twisting one nipple hard enough to make me yelp.

I hadn’t known how much I’d like the way he touched me, but I craved it. Needed it.

“Harder,” I said as he lowered his mouth.

I threw my head back and rolled my hips, savoring the way the ridges of his cock beneath his pants stimulated me.

I didn’t care that I was half naked and riding him like a horse. Need had taken over.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he growled, his hands and mouth all over me. “I can’t stop touching you.”

“Touch me everywhere,” I commanded. Aching and desperate for more, I pushed to my feet and shimmied my leggings down my thighs. “Pants off.”

“Really?” He cocked one brow.

He looked adorable like this, shirtless on the couch, his hair going in every direction.

It made it hard to muster a glare, but I managed, giving him a look that warned him that I’d walk out of his house if he didn’t obey.

Like I knew he would, he jumped up without another word, shucking his sweats.

We stood fully naked, staring at one another for a moment.

I took in every inch of him. The hard planes of his chest. The dusting of hair that led from his pecs to his stomach and lower, drawing my attention to his stupid magical cock. Thick and long and staring straight at me. Taunting me.

Of course he had to have a great dick. The universe was deeply unfair like that.

And then he had the audacity to wrap his hand around it and stroke it. He tugged hard, and my legs buckled. “You want this, don’t you?”

I should have said “no thank you.” I should have put my clothes on and marched out of his house.

But I was a hormonal time bomb, ready to blow.

So I reached for him, closing the gap between us.

Replacing his hand with mine, I squeezed him hard and stroked.