Page 77 of Punk-In

He stalked over to the door, paused, and leaned against it, facing me.

“If this is all on me, I need to know. I can’t keep doing this,” he pleaded, his eyes full of sadness.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was right there in front of him, my hands on the door, caging him in.

I took in every detail of his face now that I could see it clearly without the veil of makeup—those stunning eyes framed by inky lashes, the smattering of freckles over his nose, his perfect pink lips.

How many times had I stared at his face? Thousands of times.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine we’d end up here.

“It’s not all you. I just don’t want to fuck this up,” I confessed.

His sharp inhale was so satisfying.

“Oh no, honey. I won’t let you,” he replied and cupped my face.

Brodie touching me and calling me “honey” made my heart clench.

“You feel this?” he asked as he took one of my hands and placed it over his chest. The rapid tempo of his heartbeat mirrored mine. “This is what you do to me. Now I’ve waited long enough. Kiss me.”

My control snapped at his demand.

There was no second guessing. There was no turning back.

I leaned in and took Brodie’s mouth—hard, deep, and claiming.

Brodie kissed me back the same way. He became the aggressor, and I’d never been owned like that before.

Every part of me lit up like I had on stage.

Head, heart, body, soul, all of it was perfectly aligned.

And nothing tasted sweeter than him.

We were eager tongues and lips and frantic touches.

I fucking devoured him, and he did the same to me. His wicked tongue teased mine, sparking a pleasure that was decadent and downright filthy. My body shook hard, overwhelmed by every new sensation.

He let out a husky moan, hiking one leg over my hip.

I gripped his leg and rutted against him, thrusting my hips, and the friction, fuck, the feel of his hard cock rubbing against mine, even through the layers of our clothing, was such a fucking turn-on.

I slid one hand under his kilt, my fingertips exploring his smooth thigh.

Higher, higher, until I reached his hip and felt silk and lace under my fingertips.

“You’re wearing sexy lingerie?”

“I am.”

My dick twitched, and my balls tightened. I paused, trying to get myself under control.

“You like that?” Brodie asked, his hot breath teasing my skin.

“I want to see,” I demanded. “Show me.”

Brodie pushed my chest, and I reluctantly stepped back from him.

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