Page 92 of Full Throttle

With a growl, his hands left my face, one going into my hair and the other gripping my hip as he held me in place. He pressed his body against mine as my hands slowly trailed up his chest, his skin burning underneath my fingers before I locked them around his neck. My chest pressed against his as he yanked my head to the side, devouring me. I gave it back to him, demanding anything and everything he was willing to give me.

The hand in my hair disappeared and, a second later, my bun was pulled free, my hair falling down around my shoulders as he pulled away, his lips going to my jaw as he yanked my head back further. He planted scorching kisses along my jaw, his teeth grazing over my skin, sending a wave of electricity straight to my nipples. I let out a gasp and clung to him more, my fingers going straight into his hair.

Once he was to my neck, he bit down, sucking the sensitive skin there. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling at it in response as I let out a needy cry. A second later, his tongue was stroking my neck, soothing it as he pulled me away from the door.

“I’m sorry,” I cried, holding onto him.

“Don’t,” he warned, his voice rough with need before kissing me again. His lips moved against mine, claiming me. The kiss was fierce, harsh, and everything I needed it to be—everything I needed him to be.

I pulled away from him, both of us out of breath. “I need to say it. I—”

His hand grabbed my jaw as he pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m not fucking worried about the past. I’m focused on the present. You’re here, in my arms, Nik. That’s all I fucking care about.”

We stared at each other as his thumb swiped over my bottom lip. “You want this?” he asked, his voice soft but serious. Before I could answer, he added, “I do. If I have to fucking beg, then I will.”

This man spent his entire life wanting—needing—things he couldn’t have. The main thing he’d always wanted was affection—love.

Cain Donovan just wanted to be loved.

Therefore, I shook my head. “You never have to beg for me. You’ve had me from the moment you climbed into my window,” I confessed on a heavy whisper.

His lips slammed into mine, and I was back against the wall again. He was relentless, his hands were everywhere; in my hair, on my ass, my waist, the sides of my breasts. He started peppering my face with kisses, holding my head in place as he did so. “Fuck,” he muttered.

My hands never stopped feeling his skin, savoring how warm he was—how real he was.

“Fuck. My clover. My fucking lucky charm,” he breathed, his voice ragged now.

My heart pounded against my chest, and everything, all the pain, all the confusion, all the scars, slowly began to disappear. “My Cain,” I murmured when he pulled back slightly, and our eyes met.

He dipped his head, kissing my neck again as his hands went to my ass, squeezing it. My eyes closed as he nibbled and licked the sensitive skin. My body was aching for him, my nipples hard, my panties wet.

I wanted him in every way I could have him. Nothing else mattered anymore. Just this.

“Up,” he ordered gruffly.

My eyes popped open. “Cain—”

“If you don’t wrap those gorgeous legs around me, I’ll make that ass red,” he clipped into my neck. His hand on my hip disappeared, and then—

I cried out the second his hand slapped my ass. Even through my jeans, I felt the sting.

“Up, baby,” he growled, his hand leaving my hair, snapping to my jaw as he lifted his head to look at me.

Gasping at the sight of the wild look in his eyes, I argued, “I’m too heavy, Cain. I can’t—”

I wasn’t a skinny girl. I wasn’t small. I wasn’t—

He snarled as his hands went to the backs of my thighs, lifting me in the air. I had no choice but to wrap my legs around him. “Too fucking stubborn for your own damn good,” he muttered, frustrated as he turned us. I was still in shock as he turned as, his eyes snapping to mine. “Always fucking doubting your beauty—your fucking worth.”

One of his hands cupped my ass as my thighs tightened around him, my arms still latched around his neck. I was trying to keep myself up; I didn’t want to hurt him. My inner thighs were burning, but I couldn’t focus on that right now.

I wanted to keep kissing him.

I never wanted to stop kissing him.

“Kiss me,” I pleaded.

His eyes flashed. His free hand weaved its way back into my hair and pulled me to him.

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