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Tore an embarrassingly high squeal out of her when she suddenly found herself sitting on top of the large bastard.

“Stop manhandling me!” she said with a huff as she stubbornly folded her arms over her bare breasts and pointedly looked off to express her displeasure at being thrown about.

“How else was I supposed to show you?” he asked, all innocence as he placed his hands on her hips and gently rocked her, startling a startled moan from her when she realized exactly what he’d done.

Licking her lips, she let her arms drop so that she could place her hands over his where they continued to guide her, back and forth over the large erection now cradled against her wet slit. Allowing him to continue moving her slowly against him, because it was the polite thing to do, she pursed up her lips while she considered the man devouring every inch of her with his eyes.

“How exactly is this showing me what you’ve been thinking about doing to me?” she asked, running her hands over his forearms, savoring every muscle bulging against her hands.

“This is the considerate version,” he said, licking his lips in a way that had her wondering if he was imagining l

icking her breasts.

“How is this the considerate version?” she asked, grinding down against him with a moan as she savored the feel of thick, hard erection pressing against her in all the right ways.

“I didn’t think your bottom could handle anymore abuse tonight,” he said with a shrug as he continued openly admiring her body.

Well, that was true, she mused. While the damaged area no longer made her want to cry and demand a quick and painless death thanks to the pills she’d been given, it probably wouldn’t feel too great later if she allowed the area to be abused now. Which inadvertently brought the question to mind, was he a spanker?

Was that too much to ask for?

Probably, she decided with a sigh, telling herself that there was no need to be selfish and that she should just be grateful that he was great in bed, considerate and knew how to talk dirty. Anything more would just be asking too much.

“You still haven’t explained how having me on top is showing me what you’ve been thinking about,” she teased with a smile as she leaned down so that she could kiss him.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, playfully nipping at her bottom lip.

“No, not really,” she admitted, smiling as she sat back up and-

“This is where you make every one of my fantasies come to life.”

“By doing all the work?” she teased as she returned to slowly rocking against the hard erection that somehow seemed harder than it had been only a few seconds ago.

“That’s just a plus,” he explained absently as he watched her move back and forth over his cock.

“I see,” she murmured, licking her lips as she started to lose herself in what she was doing.

God, he felt so good.

“This is every man’s fantasy,” he said with a groan when her slit spread open and allowed her swollen little clit to tease the tip of his cock.

“Really? This is it?” she asked with a chuckle, because she honestly thought that every man’s fantasy was two women-

“Having the woman that you can’t stop thinking about moan your name as she puts every fantasy that you’ve ever had to shame,” he said as he sat up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

Smiling, she wrapped her arms around him. “You can’t stop thinking about me?”

He groaned as his lips found hers. “What do you think?” he asked as he gave her the sweetest kiss.

“I think,” she said, using her hold on him so that she could sit up higher off his lap, “that we’re wasting time talking.”

Smiling, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his shaft, loving the way that he groaned when she started stroking him. She stroked him from base to tip and moaned when he growled in pleasure. She loved touching him. It didn’t matter if it was something as simple as an accidental touch when she was walking past him or when she wrapped her arms around him, closed her eyes and let the rest of the world drift away. Whenever she was near him, she felt…complete.

It was an intoxicating feeling and one she knew that she could easily become addicted to if she let herself. She was so tempted to let herself fall for this man, she thought as she looked into a pair of intense green eyes that always seemed to soften when they saw her.

“I missed you,” he said as he reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

Giving his shaft one last stroke, she shifted until the tip was at her core and carefully guided it inside herself as she held his gaze. “I’ve missed you, too,” she admitted with a smile as she leaned down and kissed him.

For several minutes they sat like that, holding each other as they slowly kissed, savoring their connection and every touch that brought them closer together. Soon it wasn’t enough for her and she found herself slowly riding him.

She expected him to take over or at the very least, encourage her to move faster, but he never did. He simply held her close as they kissed, only breaking away occasionally to kiss a trail down her neck as his hand found her breast and caressed it. They never stopped touching as she continued to slowly ride him, enjoying the feel of him inside her and it was then that she realized that for the first time in her life, she was actually making love to a man.

To Lucifer.

Stunned at the realization, she pulled back from their kiss and found herself looking into kind, emerald eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, leaning in to kiss her when she took them both by surprise and said the one thing that she never expected to hear herself say.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Judging by the panicked expression on his face, she probably should have kept that to herself.

Chapter 31

“Oh, my god! I take it back!” Rebecca screamed as she frantically tried to crawl away, but every time she managed to grab hold of the pillows or headboard he simply pulled her right back to the edge of the bed, flipped her onto her back and buried his head between her thighs.

As he licked her from core to clit, he couldn’t help but wish that she’d stop screaming like that. It was really making it difficult to think. Sighing, he continued to lick her as he thought about what she’d said.

She thought she was falling in love with him.

“Oh, god!” she screamed again, making him wonder why she was being so damn inconsiderate at a time like this.

He still wasn’t sure why he hadn’t shown her to the door yet since that’s what he normally did when a woman professed her undying love for him. But, then again, she hadn’t actually professed her undying love for him, had she?

Glaring at her as he slid his tongue inside her, he couldn’t help but wonder why that pissed him off. When she told him that she thought that she might be falling in love with him, asking her to leave had been the last thing on his mind. He’d wanted to smile, to pull her in his arms and kiss her, but instead he’d felt like he’d been hit with a sledgehammer and not because she was falling for him.

But, because he already knew that he was falling for her.

“Christopher!” she yelled as she gave up on trying to escape, which he appreciated, and threaded her fingers through his hair.

Groaning, because she tasted so damn sweet, he ran the flat of his tongue over her clit before flicking the excited little nub with the tip of his tongue. When she released a sexy little moan he nearly said fuck it and rammed his cock back inside her, but he needed more time to think, which meant…

“Oh, god, yes…” she moaned, licking her lips hungrily as she ground her hips against his mouth so that she could ride his tongue.

He groaned as he ran his tongue around her clit, loving the little sounds of pleasure that she was making. She really was fucking beautiful, he thought as he slid his hands from her hips to her breasts. He cupped her breasts, enjoying the weight in his hands as he flicked his thumbs over the hard nipples that he fully planned on tracing with his tongue before the night was over.

He had no idea when he’d started falling in love with her, but he knew that there was absolutely no way of stopping it now. He was falling for her, harder and faster than he ever thought was humanly possible. A few times over the years he’d thought that he’d felt a glimmer of something for a few of the women that he’d dated, but nothing like this.

He knew that he could live without her, but the problem was that he didn’t want to. He wanted to wake up with her in his arms every morning and fight over the remote with her every night. He wanted to see that little devious smile play on her lips every time she screwed with someone’s head because she was bored. He wanted to be with her, but he wasn’t ready for this yet.

He still had so much to do, to accomplish, before he could even think of getting serious about anyone. There was still so much that he wanted to do with the Fire & Brimstone, so many things that needed his attention and falling in love with a woman like Rebecca wasn’t something that he was ready for. He couldn’t give her what she wanted, what she needed and that wasn’t fair to her. He needed t

o do the right thing and walk away before either one of them got hurt, but unfortunately for her, he was a Bradford and they were selfish bastards. There was no way that he could let her go, he realized.

Not now.

Since putting some space between them and trying to slow this thing down wasn’t going to work, he was going to have to figure