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He grabbed his shaft and slid up and down through her slick folds. “What if I’m not ready?”
She reversed the roll, and he couldn’t stop the forward motion this time. She grasped around him, sucking him into a fisting warmth he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to leave. She winced, and he stopped.
“Kendall?”
“Keep going.” She panted.
He tried to back up, but she wrapped her legs around his hips and dragged him inside until he was balls-deep. She cried out. He stilled inside her. The throb of her muscles vising him strained his control. He wanted to do it again, to watch her take all of him again. Her hands splayed under his grip against the table.
Her chest heaved. “More.”
He slipped out of her and rocked forward again. She clasped tighter. “Fuck,” he muttered against her neck and repeated the motion. Heat and pleasure swelled inside him, around him, and fueled him. He let go of her arms and thrust into her once more. He couldn’t get enough.
Ferocious need seemed to mirror hers. She grasped his shoulders so tightly the bite of her nails ratcheted up the tension between them until there was nothing but sweat, the groan of the table bearing their weight, and moans.
“God, that’s so good. More,” she gasped.
He wasn’t sure how much more he could give her, but he increased his pace. The dark slide of madness closed in on him. His grip along her hips was punishing, but he couldn’t stop.
She bumped her hips up on each full thrust inside her, and the friction of sweat and her excitement heated the air between them. Her cries pushed him for more. The sweet sound of her moans was all he could cling to as he held on through the lava-hot tingles rocketing up his spine.
“Fuck,” he growled.
She shuddered. The vibrations shook him as he chased her clasping pleasure until it wrung him dry.
Slowly her legs slid down to hang off the table. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder, and the way she trembled made him want to cuddle her close. But this was just sex. Two people riding anger and grief and possibly a little hate. He didn’t want to confuse things.
He held tight to the condom and pulled out of her. With her warmth gone, the emptiness returned twofold. At least now he was just too fucking tired to hold on to the anger. Her hair fell forward, and he couldn’t read her. Would there still be a sly smile filled with pleasure? Or would it be one of regret?
She hopped off the table and swayed once before he caught her. She hid behind her shield of hair, turning away from him to pull her skirt down.
“There’s a bathroom through that door.”
She nodded and didn’t say a word before grabbing her panties off the chair and fleeing through the door.
With a sigh, he took care of his condom. Every bit of those last fifteen minutes was ill-advised. So why did he want to chase after her and do it again?
THREE
Kendall slumped against the door.Her thighs were still quaking, and she was pretty sure her system hadn’t quite caught up to the fact that she’d just gotten fucked within an inch of her life. Because there was no mistake; that had been sex in its purest and most basic form.
God.
And she had loved every second of it.
Twenty-seven years of playing it safe, of doing exactly what she was expected to do, and no one was here to see just how far she’d gone off track. She didn’t have to tell anyone. It was insane, but the thrill of it still coursed through her veins.
If this was what drugs felt like, she understood why people did them.
Her skin buzzed, and she was pretty sure she was going to have a few creative bruises.
She looked down at her wrists. Deep red marks stained her skin where his thumbs had bitten into her when he’d clamped her hands together. He’d surprised the hell out of her when he’d done it, but the quick shock had bumped up the excitement to another level.
A dangerous one.
A stupid one.
But God, she wanted to be stupid for once.
