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Casper devours me and nudges my legs apart as his tongue grazes mine. I can’t move my hands, but it’s still the hottest thing ever. I kiss him harder. It’s a fight with our lips that I don’t intend to lose. It’s like we need to find every possible way to argue.
I moan a second later when his free hand curls around my ribs, then up to my chest.
I’m not sure if he’s trying to kill me because he does not let me up for breath. I curl my leg around his waist, desperate for some friction.
He hooks his hand under my butt and pulls me against his erection.
I tug at his hand until he finally let’s go. He probably regrets that instantly because I maul him. My fingers tangle into his hair, and I yank hard.
With both of my legs now curled around his waist, he grinds his erection into me unrelenting, a desperate need to come that I understand completely. There is nothing I want in this world more than to climax against him while his tongue invades my mouth.
Heat floods between my legs, and I arch into him like it’s my job. It would only take a few more of those and I would come.
I cry out into his mouth as pleasure tingles down my spine, and I nip his bottom lip, all while trying to rip his hair from the roots. The mixture of pain and pleasure only spurs him on. I don’t know if that’s disappointing or if it turns me on even more.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he rasps, moving his mouth to my jaw.
“Oh God.”
“Tell me, Ainsley.”
His teeth graze my neck, and I moan loudly, my head dropping back and hitting the door.
“Fuck, sweetheart, that noise will make me come.”
“Kiss me again.”
For once, he does what I ask.
But somewhere between sucking his tongue and dry humping him, I come to my senses. This is a man who had me arrested today.
What are you doing?
Shit. I rear back and shove him at the same time. The shock sends him stumbling back, dropping my legs, and I hit my head on the door.
How could I fall for that?
His lips are swollen, and the look in his eyes is pure lust mixed with a touch of confusion. His chest heaves.
“Fuck,” I snap and turn on my heel, running for the door.
I hear him call my name as I sprint from his house to mine.
There is nothing he can say or do to get me to go back to him. Once inside my house, I slam the door behind me. He wouldn’t try to break in, but I set the alarm all the same.
How the hell could I have let that happen?
He kissed me, and I kissed him back. Ireallykissed him back.
For those few short minutes, we weren’t enemies. He wasn’t a villain. I didn’t want to murder him. I mean, I did want to hurt him, but not to the death.
It took me longer than it should have to remember who was kissing me and what he’d done to me.
How dare he try that after having me arrested.
How dumb I am for falling for it.
It was a momentary lapse in judgement. Not one I’ll let happen again.
