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She’d said it like it was an accusation.
“Don’t tell me how I feel, dammit!” This whole conversation was juvenile.
As she inched closer, he felt her cinnamon-spiced breath across his face. “And don’t tell me how I’m supposed to feel, or think you can dictate who I sleep with! I’ve just about had it with you! I might just go and live at the lycan mansion for awhile.”
“Over my dead body.”
“You’re already dead,” she said, a smug smile on her lips as she crossed her arms over her middle.
“You watch too much television. I’ve never been dead.”
“Well then I guess I could tell you to drop dead. So drop dead and get the hell out of my room! I’ve had enough of this.”
She turned to walk away but he grabbed her upper arm and whirled her around. Her lips formed a surprised o.
“Enough? We haven’t had nearly enough, Harlee. We haven’t even started. Game’s over and talking is getting us nowhere.” He jerked her against him. “Let’s cut the bullshit,” he said, just before his lips came crashing down over hers.
He waited for her to push him away, expected her angry response. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and met the thrust of his tongue with a whimper, nestling her body closer to his. She tasted like seduction, like something he needed more than he wanted to. His balls twisted in a knot of agony, his cock hardening painfully.
Christ, she felt good against him. Her heart pounded against his chest, mirroring his own erratic beats. He moved his hands over her curves, finally having her exactly where he needed her—in his arms and as eager as he was. But one thing was wrong—entirely too many clothes kept his bare skin from touching hers. He pushed her back and jerked the T-shirt over her head, then reached for her breasts, pinching the hard nubs of her nipples between his fingers. Her response was immediate, her groans audible as he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing them, pulling them.
“You like it hard, don’t you?” he asked.
Her answer came in the form of a loud groan.
He had to get naked and fast. He wanted to take his time with her, suck her pretty tits, lick her from her neck to her toes and spend all night loving her, but he didn’t have the goddamned patience right now.
Releasing her breasts, he jerked the shirt over his head and fumbled for the buckle of his belt. Harlee’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say a word, just watched while he removed his clothes then drew her against him once again.
Though he did like the way her gaze strayed to his crotch and lingered there, enjoyed the way she licked her lips like she wanted to wrap them around his cock. And he wanted them there. His cock wanted them there too, bobbing upward in response to the movement of her tongue across her lips.
Soon. But right now he wanted to feel her skin. He dipped and took her lips again, then searched her body his with hands until found the globes of her ass and squeezed hard, jerking her against him, needing to feel her sweet pussy rubbing against his hard-on. When she met his thrusts eagerly, grinding her pussy against his cock, he groaned into her mouth.
Fuck! He could so easily lose control with her.
Releasing his hold on her ass, he grasped the back of her neck and claimed her lips, driving his tongue deep, punishing her with a kiss that ravaged, that took instead of asked permission.
She didn’t seem to care. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled, hard. He wasn’t gentle and she seemed to prefer it that way, seemed to need this pain that he inflicted on her. Was her passion as far gone as his? God, he hoped so. Wrapping her hair around his fist, he used it to spin her around and push her against the wall, her palms making contact with a loud slap. He pressed her against the wall until her forehead touched it then swept her hair to one side, revealing the tender nape of her neck.
“Remember when I asked you at the club if you liked to be bitten, Harlee?” he whispered in her ear, grinding his cock against her ass. “Remember when I told you exactly how and where I wanted to bite you?”
Harlee moaned, remembering every wicked word he’d whispered to her at the club, how he’d told her he wanted to take her clit between his teeth and tug. Her nipples tightened and cream flooded her thighs. She wanted that. Here, now, tonight, no more hesitation, no more reasons not to. She wanted Adrian and nothing was going to stop it from happening.
“Answer me!”
He tugged her hair again, his teeth scraping the nape of her neck.
“Yes!”
He bit down lightly, not using his fangs. But still, it hurt. Oh, God, it felt so good. Goosebumps popped out along her neck, her breasts ached for more of the sweet torture of his fingers and her clit was a tight knot of nerve endings begging for his teeth to do exactly the same thing he was doing to her neck.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his teeth so close to her neck she felt the soft scrape of them along her skin. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
She couldn’t stand this torture. His cock nestled between her legs, his hard body pressing against her. Why was he doing this to her?
“Tell me, Harlee!”
“Bite me, goddamit!”
