Page 123 of Falling for the Enemy

He pressed a delicate kiss to her rosy nose. “I’m afraid that’s the one thing I can’t give you.”

She sniffed. “Jerk.”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to her lips. Somehow the kiss deepened and the next thing he knew, Jocelyn was climbing onto his lap and pressing her hands under the collar of his shirt.

“Joce—” He tried to tell her this wasn’t necessary, that he hadn’t been trying to seduce her, but she wouldn’t stop kissing him, and eventually he found it easier to give in.

Maybe she needed. It was definitely something he could provide.

She kissed him the way a drowning woman grabs for shore, hungry and graceless, her teeth catching his bottom lip until a faint copper tang bloomed between them. He didn’t flinch or try to calm her down. When she fisted his shirt, he let her drag him wherever she needed him to go. As long as she wasn’t running toward the door, they were safe.

Rising over him without breaking the kiss, she pushed down her leggings and panties, moving so quickly she had them off and on the floor before his hands even settled on her ass.

Her body rocked over his, grinding down against the hard length already straining behind his zipper. A groan tore from his chest, low and helpless, as she tangled her fingers in his hair and jerked his head back.

Balling his hands into fists, he surrendered the control to her, and she took the lead beautifully. She greedily took her pleasure, just as he’d taken from her in the past, sensing that she needed this more than words right now because she needed proof that their little fight hadn’t permanently broken anything.

It hadn’t. But his reassurance wasn’t going to sink in, not while she was this worked up, so he sank back and forced himself to let go of the control he’d spent a lifetime gripping.

She grabbed his face, holding him to her as she kissed him with sheer abandon. Triumphant moans slipped past her lips, into his mouth as she rode his hips hard.

Soren’s spine curled against the cushions, angling his body as she undid his belt and reached into his pants. This wasn’t about him. That was achingly clear as she dropped her head to his shoulder and chased her own friction against the length of his aching cock.

She didn’t put him inside of her. Instead, she dragged his length through her folds, rubbing his swollen flesh over her clit.

If this was what it took to restore their bond, he had no complaints. He wasn’t immune to her greedy pleasure. Every wet slide of her pussy against his cock sent a shock of ecstasy through his veins.

Maybe she was testing him. Or maybe this was her way of apologizing for scaring the shit out of him. Regardless of her why, his response was a resounding yes. She could take whatever she needed to piece herself back together, use him to climb out of whatever pit she’d dug in her own head, as long as she didn’t try to chase him away again.

Her fingers were quick and certain, no fumbling, no shyness. This was his Jocelyn. Confident. Determined. A lioness who never flinched from wanting what she wanted. A woman who knew how potent she was, and knew how to embrace her boldness and take what she needed.

And right now, she needed him.

She ripped open his shirt, careless of the buttons that went pinging across the floor. Chaos incarnate. A storm with no forecast, a fiery blaze no man would ever fully contain.

She kissed him hard, taking full possession of his mouth and holding nothing back. It was honest, raw, and unrefined. Frenzied energy that burned through him and heated his blood.

She was everything his ordered life had been engineered to keep out. But he needed her disruptive force close by.

She stroked his cock from root to tip, and his hips jerked against his own will. He gave up trying to hide this hold she had over him. It was clear who was in the power seat.

He was a goner. She owned every part of him. His body. His heart. Fuck, she could even have his soul. He was going to burst if he didn’t tell her soon.

“Joce.” Her name was a plea. “Joce, look at me.” When her eyes found his, he brushed a delicate touch over her cheek. “I⁠—”

She covered his mouth.

It was such a strange thing to do, he laughed. Maybe she was smart to stop him. He didn’t want to ruin this moment.

She rose on her knees, sinking onto his cock in one slow, punishing glide. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He grabbed her hips if only to ground himself as she seated herself to the hilt.

Her lips parted as she released a broken, greedy gasp that landed somewhere in the core of his soul. She wrenched his hands away, pinning his wrists to the back of the couch as she rose, dragging her tight wet heat up his shaft only to plunge her body down again.

Christ, the way she stretched his muscles and used his body left nowhere for him to hide. The truth cracked open in his chest, threatening once more to spill out in a frenzied confession, and it took everything to swallow the words back.

The last thing he wanted to do was scare her again.

She rode him hard, losing her rhythm and feigning no patience. She stripped away all pretenses, showing him once and for all that she would never be refined or poised.