Page 52 of The Canary Cowards


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Fuckin' smartass.

My one hand holds her slender wrists above her head, the other finding the sliver of skin between her flimsy tank top and those silk shorts that melt to her ass. Fingers slide under her shirt, gently palming the smooth skin of her waist. My entire hand practically wraps around her fit little frame.

Her curves had caught my eye at the door, and the salivation began. I wasn't lying when I said I'd break the door if she didn't let me in. She'd never looked sexier to me, and it was because she wasn't even trying. Hair down, barely there tank with those toned, sexy legs just waiting for my hands.

She's beautiful. It's undeniable at this point, but her attitude is the catalyst. It's just too much for me to handle. It makes me crazy, needing to taunt and tease her, finding whatever way I can to one-up her. Dominate her. We're a set of alphas with our chests out, ready to fight. But when our mouths connect, our tongues moving together flawlessly, teasing, taunting with what we can do to each other, no one is winning. We're both losing this game, and I can't believe I'm even thinking this, but I've never loved losing more.

I release her wrists, sliding my palm down the goosebumps on her arm until I reach up behind my head and grip the shirt on my back between my shoulder blades. Breaking the kiss, I pull it off and lay myself on her again.

“Jesus, Dylan,” I mutter, feeling slightly lightheaded at the contact as I find my way back to her lips again.

I can't believe it's happening.

One second we're fighting over this stupid book like a couple of idiots, and the next, I’m overpowering her against the bed, ready to fuck the attitude right out of her.

Her hands find the edge of my jaw as our kiss continues, and I can't help the movement of my hips. I flex into her hard, urging my stiff cock against her center, and her breathy moan makes me drop my head into the crook of her neck.

“Lake,” she moans.

Her sweet sounds will be the death of me.

She rakes her fingers into my hair, bringing me back to her lips as our tongues continue rolling together seamlessly. Fisting my hair in her hand, a groan leaves my throat. My hand finds her thigh, pulling it up and around my back to anchor myself into her.

I've never felt so achingly hard in all of my life.

I need to kiss her everywhere I've been eyeing since our therapy started. That slender neck, that gorgeous jaw, her perfect, heavy breasts. I need to touch everything with my lips like a fucking explorer pioneering uncharted land. Everywhere I kiss, I'm claiming as mine.

I pull back from her lips, the need to taste her everywhere amplifying. My tongue finds the smooth skin of her neck, kissing and licking along the sensitive area, and she moans my name again.

She's moaning my fucking name. God, I can't wait to slide into her and hear her scream it.

“Lake,” she says again.

“Mhmm,” I murmur against her neck, kissing beneath her ear.

“Lake, stop.”

Oh, shit. That word.

I pause, pushing onto my elbows, worry etched into my face. She's breathless as she gazes up at me. Her half-lidded eyes tell me how intoxicating this is for her too, and I fucking love the view of her beneath me.

“We can't do this,” she says, her hand reaching up, her fingers grazing my chest.

Listening to her words, I lift myself into a plank, looking down as she stares at my body. She said stop. Biting the corner of her lip, that hand on my chest slowly trails down my abdomen, tracing over every ab as she does.

“This is breaking a professional code of conduct,” she continues, her breaths still clipped, eyes still on my body above her.

Her mouth drops open and her eyes widen slightly as she sees the massive strain in my sweats hanging between us.

“You…sure?” I ask, confused.

Her words and her actions don't seem to correlate. Her hand finds the edge of my sweats, passing over it before she palms my dick over my pants. I squint my eyes closed and exhale at the sensation. It feels fucking amazing already.

She hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Yeah. Plus, you're a dick.” She looks back up at me as I open my eyes again. “You don't deserve this.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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