Page 61 of Fighting the Pull


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Goddamn it.

Yeah.

He kissed her.

And this time, it wasn’t a tease.

Fuck no.

He didn’t want her mind consumed with what a real kiss from him could be.

He wanted her to have thorough knowledge of precisely that.

She wanted it too. He knew it when he felt her little tongue touch his lips, and he opened, but not to allow her entry.

He invaded her mouth with his own tongue.

Instantly, she had her hands in his hair, her body melted into his, she tipped her head so he had better access, and gave it up. All of it. And she did it moaning down his throat to share how much she liked doing it.

And he liked having it.

So he gave her more.

He had her pressed to the wall, she’d fisted her hand in his hair, he’d snaked his hand inside the slit of her skirt and was tracing the line at the bottom edge of the ass of her panties when the door opened.

He broke the kiss and looked over his shoulder to tell whoever it was to beat it, when he saw Sasha frozen and staring at him. Running into her from behind was Chloe.

Fuck.

“Sash, get a move on,” Chloe ordered.

Sasha turned stiltedly, and that was when Chloe saw them, and her eyes went huge.

She opened her mouth, but before Chloe could say a word, Sasha put both hands on Chloe’s chest, pushed her out and the door closed behind them.

He turned back to Elsa.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were sultry, her lips were bruised, but he was surprised to see her shocking red lipstick was still perfect.

The whole package was magnificent.

“How’s that going to go?” she asked in a husky voice he felt in his still-hard cock.

She’d seen his sisters.

“Not great,” he told her honestly. “I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think you’re Chloe’s favorite person. So that can go really badly considering she’s fiercely protective and entirely unable to keep her opinion to herself.”

“Understood,” she mumbled to his bow tie. She then lifted wounded eyes to his. “You said you wanted to see me again. Three days passed, and you didn’t see me.”

“Shit,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to hers. “I fucked up.”

“Apparently, I did too. I fell into an age-old trap, waiting for the guy to make the move.”

Grudgingly, because he liked it where it was, he took his hand from her ass to wrap his arm around her so he could use his other hand to cup her jaw.

“Probably not easy to put yourself in that vulnerable place with Hale Wheeler,” he noted self-deprecatingly.

“No,” she whispered. “I still should have asserted myself.”

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