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I’m not sure where the word comes from. It sounds like my voice, but I don’t have any recollection of actually saying it.
Of course, it’s hard to have recollection of anything when your cock is throbbing so hard it’s physically aching - when desire slams into you with the force of an avalanche and you think you’re going to die if you don’t fulfill it.
When a sweet woman is writhing in your arms, practically begging for you to take her.
With a groan, my control snaps and I pull her closer, mesh her body against mine, and devour her lips.
Stopping is the last thing on my mind.
Yet I said it anyway. Why?
The thought occurs distantly and disappears altogether, when Mia moans, shifting in my lap. Her movement nudges my cock and I jerk involuntarily, as desire, hot and heavy, arcs through. Fuck. I grab her hair with one hand and her waist with the other, grinding her against my cock. We both moan at the same time, lust lashing through the both of us. My cock leaks precum and a warmth shoots through me.
Mia throws her hair back and grinds down again, her hand clutching my shoulders. Her eyes are glazed with desire and have desperation in them.
A desperation I'm eager to satiate.
Stop.
It sounds in my mind again, but it disappears when her heated lips travel to my neck. This time, it’s her sucking at my skin.
“Oh fuck.” Pleasure trembles out from the spot her lips touch. I arch underneath her, and my eyes roll back.
My brain is fried. My hands shake with desire, the strongest I’ve ever felt and she’s barely done anything. She’s going to be the death of me. I don’t think I’m going to survive this.
But something’s wrong. Even as her wicked little tongue trails to my collarbone, and sparks untold sensations, I remember that this isn’t supposed to be happening. This isn’t like her.
She’s a passionate woman but she wouldn’t be attacking me on the couch for no reason.
It’s the break-in.A shred of rational thought hanging on by a thread has me gripping her arms and pushing her away.
I draw air through my lungs, and it takes me a while for rationality to return.
“We can’t,” I tell her, even as her hands fight to reach for me.
“Mia,” I say again, shaking her a little, til some of the haze recedes from her vision. “Stop.”
“Why?” she asks, breathing hard.
“Because…” Shit, what reason do I have? Why can’t we do this? Oh, that’s right. She just suffered something traumatic and is probably vulnerable right now. She's not in her right mind. That's why she's all over me. “Because this isn't you.”
She frowns at me.
“You’re just very emotional right now,” I say. “You’re not thinking straight.”
She blinks at me for a few seconds, as though she can’t quite understand what I’m saying. And then slowly, awareness appears in her eyes.
“Oh my gosh.” She scrambles to get off my lap and stares at me, horrified. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. Oh my gosh, I just attacked you.”
“You didn’t.” I have to laugh at the consternation on her face. “I kissed you first, remember?”
She blinks. “You did?”
“Do you not remember?”
