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The nickname made her knees weak. She swallowed and dragged her tongue over her lips. “Yes.”
He closed his eyes and groaned, his thigh slipping from between hers, letting her feet hit flat on the carpeted floor.
She took advantage of that and ducked under his arms, needing some space between them. Some distance before she did all of that again.
“Don’t run from me, Peach. You won’t get away.”
Bending to pick up the marker that hadn’t stayed on the board’s rim, she sniffed and looked over her shoulder at the man, the dark Viking who stalked her once more. He stroked his thumb along his lower lip, making her gut clench. He’d done that repeatedly on their night together. Right before he’d fucking devoured her. Chin up, she leveled a look at him which froze most to the ground.
It never even slowed him down. Livingston got right back up in her space, framed her face with his hands—callused hands—and claimed her mouth. Instantly, memories of their shared night together burst like fireworks in her mind.
Nothing mattered to Daisy. Not the job. Not anything but him. More—of him. She launched up on her toes, meeting his demands with some of her own. Tongue slashing to dance with his, she settled her hands to frame his features, helping to angle his face how she wanted. Needed.
Livingston growled low in the back of his throat, his hands sliding down to encircle her waist. He rocked against her, the hardness of his shaft digging into her stomach as he gripped her tighter.
To anyone who’d watched The Wizard of Oz, that part where Dorothy stepped from her black-and-white world into one bursting with color, that was how this man’s kiss was to her. Adding vibrancy to her world.
Without breaking their kiss, he lifted her and moved them until her back was once more against the cold window, but she didn’t care. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, holding him as close as she could.
He cupped her left breast with a large hand and she purred, a sound that quickly turned to a moan of hunger as he tugged the nipple. Livingston left her mouth and replaced his hand on her breast with it.
Daisy screamed, back arching as he sucked her sensitive nipple between his teeth, shirt and all. She speared her fingers into his hair, yanking the silken strands with her left hand while her right hand clenched on his shoulder and her body trembled.
Livingston didn’t relent. He didn’t give her a second to regain her breath. Using the force of his body and her legs around his waist to keep her up, he palmed her right breast as he continued to suck and plump her left.
Licks. Nips. All of it rolled into one and she couldn’t think straight. Daisy stared down at the brown strands intermixed with reds as they hovered over her breast. Her fingers had different colors on them from the markers she’d been using. The years old, light gray jersey shirt she wore was too big for her but it didn’t matter. Her rumpled and disheveled appearance, lack of sexy lingerie, none of it mattered. To her, or apparently, to him. Right now, she was focused on how much darker the material became as he sucked it—and her breast—into his mouth.
He pinched her right nipple and she responded by jerking on his hair. Livingston’s gaze was wild as it met hers. He rubbed the length of his hard cock against the seam of her shorts, dragging all the whimpers from the depths of her throat free.
The man pinning her here wasn’t the cold businessman but a hot, passionate, out-of-control man.
“Tell me to go, Peach.” Five rasped words that kicked up the goosebumps on her skin.
“Or?”
What is it about this man that makes all my common sense vanish?
“Or I fuck you right here where anyone could see if they looked up to this window. They’ll see you pressed against it, my hands gripping your breasts as I fuck you from behind. Or they’ll see your ass as I take you this way. Perhaps both, because one time isn’t going to be enough. I want you full of my cum as I make you remember our night. I’m going to mark you. I’m going to fuck you until you’re too tired to even contemplate running away from me again.”
Chapter Five
Livingston laved his way up Daisy’s slender neck until he reached just below her ear. Then he sank his teeth down, a primitive growl rolling up from his throat. Her vibrating purr rocked directly down to his dick, which pressed insistently against his pants, demanding to be freed and allowed to sink between these firm thighs.
Christ, I’ve found my Peach once more.
Skimming up from the breast he didn’t want to release, he gripped her throat with his left hand. Her full lips parted as she panted, his name escaping on the soft whispers of air. Livingston dragged his right hand down from her breast and between her legs, cupping her molten core.
