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‘I know!’ His fingers threaded into her hair, drawing her head back. The cold blue of his irises had all but disappeared as his pupils dilated to black. ‘Is this making you as hot as it is me?’
The question came out on a rough groan, as if it had been wrenched up through his chest. But then he rocked his hips against hers and the solid length of his erection rubbed against her belly through the layers of fabric.
Need drenched her knickers. Her breath rushed out in ragged pants.
‘I’m still mad at you,’ she said, trying really hard to sound convincing, but her temper was burning out...incinerated by the ball of fire throbbing in her clit. Her sex clenched on emptiness, the desire to feel that wide girth thrusting into her again painful.
‘Damn it.’ He grasped her wrist, shoved open a door behind her and
dragged her into a cramped store-room—the shelves of boxes and cleaning supplies illuminated by a tiny window at the far end. The door banged shut, echoing into silence.
‘I really want to fuck you.’ It wasn’t a question. It was a plea. She could say no. She should say no. But her tongue chose that precise moment to swell up and stick to the roof of her mouth. ‘Please tell me you feel the same way?’
Her head bobbed, giving him the answer they both craved.
‘Thank you, God.’
Her back butted the wall as his hand swept down to grasp her thigh. Hooking her leg over his hip, he angled his body until the full weight of his erection connected with her swollen sex. The ridge ground against her clit through the wet satin of her panties and the rough denim of his black jeans. The aching need to be filled intensified. Her hands splayed up his chest, then clasped his neck, her fingers driving into his hair as their mouths met. Their tongues tangled, then thrust deep in a hungry kiss—the argument forgotten as the frantic need to join took hold.
She shoved up his T-shirt, flattening her palms against the ridged strength of his abdomen, then stroking down to his jeans as her tongue fought to gain ground.
She found his fly, struggled with the buttons as his hands skidded up her thighs to bunch the skirt of her minidress around her waist and cup her buttocks.
One...two...three...
It seemed to take an eternity for her to release each button. His lips sucked on the pulse point in her neck, devouring the sensitive skin under her chin, his chest flattening her aching breasts and his fingers kneading her bottom. She freed him at last, pushing down his boxer briefs to capture the pulsing length in her palm. Corded veins pumped as her fingers curled around the massive velvet-soft shaft.
He moaned as she ran her palm from root to tip, slid her thumb across the broad head, slippery with precome. His thick erection leaped in her hand, his strained curse loud against her ear.
‘Shit. Stop.’ He jolted back, dislodging her hand. Then groaned, the sound as rough and raw as the relentless pulse of need in her sex. She reached for him, but he grabbed her wrist, lifted her hand to anchor it above her head as his big body trapped her against the wall. ‘I don’t have a condom.’
‘I’m on the pill,’ she blurted out. She wanted to touch him, stroke him, feel him inside her. Now. She couldn’t wait. It would kill her.
‘Great. But what about...?’
‘I’m clean,’ she added, searching his face, willing him to believe her. ‘Honestly. I’ve never done it without protection before.’
So why was she planning to do it now? The question popped into her head, but was instantly drowned out by the blood thundering past her ears and heading south.
‘That’s cool,’ he murmured. ‘Me neither.’
‘Even with your ex?’ she asked, trying to hold on to her sanity long enough to behave like a grown-up.
‘Especially with her.’
Her pulse leaped with a strange feeling of elation. This would be a first, for both of them.
The thought of taking all of him had her heart galloping like a racehorse on steroids. Doing it bareback had never seemed remotely erotic before. But now...it really did.
Cupping her bottom, he lifted her, wedging his hips between her spread thighs. She hooked her legs around his waist. The huge head of his penis nudged her entrance, only to butt against the satin covering her sex.
‘Damn, your panties.’ His grip loosened.
‘No, don’t,’ she said, desperate not to let him stop, even for a moment. She didn’t want to have any more time to think about this. She just wanted the primal rush of release. ‘I’ve got it.’
She reached down to push aside the soaked gusset and then grip his length. He gave a harsh grunt as her fingers directed him to her entrance.
Holding her hips, he rammed home in one solid thrust. Her tight flesh stretched to receive him, the aching fullness delicious. She moaned, her head thudding against the wall, the penetration immense, unbearable. Emotion clogged her throat as he remained motionless, waiting for her to adjust to the brutal invasion. His breathing stirred the short hairs at her nape as he buried his face in her neck. His fingers dug into her thighs while her hands slid off his shoulders, anchoring herself as she clung to his biceps.
