Page 78 of One Step After Another

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Penny

A single kiss fromLuca could change everything. The hard crush of his mouth against hers had the capability to sweep the world away. It was shocking to Penny how willing she was to let him do exactly that, too.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

She did want him.

His hands tight on her body, grabbing and teasing and making her nerves sing. His taste hot in her mouth, bliss whispered in every grunt and moan. The weight of his body pressing against hers with nothing but skin between them. She wanted him.

Willingly.

Completely.

That terrified her.

But it was also easy.

Scarily so.

It was far too easy to slip into the need that coursed through her body with every slash of his tongue against hers. The chaotic rush of his hands to strip her of the over-sized T-shirt matched the demand of her own to get him naked, too.

Before she even understood what happened, her back pressed against the window. Cold glass kissed her bare ass. She shoved his pants down to let his cock spring free. He was already hard and hissing when she wrapped her fingers around the heavy girth of his length to stroke him until she could feel his pulsing in her palm.

Maybe they had talked enough. Or maybe he didn’t know what else to say to try to tempt truths from Penny that she wasn’t willing to give him. Either way, they were all out of words.

Their fight was different, now.

Still harsh.

Every touch ached.

She tasted his blood when her teeth caught his lip, but it only made him kiss her harder. The copper flavor washing over her tongue as his cussed fuck pounded against her mouth. And then he was lifting her to the window without warning.

Her fingernails found purchase in his strong shoulders, digging in for stability when the flex of his hips drove him home. Straight into heaven.

Bliss could be heaven, she knew.

With him.

She felt every glorious inch of him. How he filled her without a sense of hesitation. The sting was beautifully real while she tensed, and her sensitive tissues accommodated his size. The sharp lines of his face were all the more intense from the shadows casting over his features. Yet, it hid nothing.

Not the hunger.

The want ...

Or the drive she found there.

She melted into him; from the kiss he stole to the way her thighs widened under his demanding hands. Her body gave into his torturous control, and the pleasure she knew would soon follow them both straight over the cliff into something wicked and good.

Luca had been right.

He was safe for her. Safe to trust that his hands wouldn’t hurt even when they pinned her to the glass, so she couldn’t move while he pounded into her. Her heart jumpstarted and stuttered when his mouth traveled from hers to the line of her jaw where he could lick and bite—but it didn’t start in any kind of fear. And when he did finally start murmuring dirty promises and other sinful words that made her shake, there was no disgust pounding at her insides.

Every grunted take that cock and his breathy you’re loving this made her hotter until she was ready to scream. He liked those sounds, too. Each whine and whisper. He licked every single one from her mouth the second it left her lips.

Nothing about him was wrong.