Page 65 of Unlawful Seduction

The sound somehow matched the moans that continued to push up from my throat. Meanwhile, Beckett was laughing in the dark chuckle that had turned me on before. He pulled out again, taking his time to drive the thickness inside.

That didn’t seem good enough for me. I dug my knees into his sides, clawing at his shoulder.

“Such a wildcat. Aren’t you?” he muttered.

“Uh-huh.”

He swung me around, pushing me against the wall closest to the door, this time jarring a picture until it fell to the floor.

Jax jumped off the couch, barking as if we had an intruder. I laughed as I looked at him. Never had a jolt of electricity felt so damn good. I was riding high, flying with stars in my eyes as he continued fucking me.

The sex wasn’t about romance. There was no softness to what he was doing. Even the intense expression on his face held a reflection of the man buried deep inside.

The one who’d never take no for an answer, but… Also, the one who’d rarely if ever let go. He’d forced himself to live behind closed doors just as I’d done. We were two peas in a snowy pod where tomorrows weren’t part of the equation.

I dug my knees into him, fascinated by the beads of sweat rolling down both sides of his face. His expression was carnal, something you’d see in a gritty barbarian movie.

My pussy muscles ached from his roughness, clenching and releasing every time he thrust brutally. The thick cords in his neck appeared strained, his entire face highlighting the exertion and pleasure. He wasn’t content with fucking me against the wall, dragging me against the heat of his body and taking long strides from the room.

I wasn’t expecting him to clear the kitchen table, raking everything positioned on top to the floor. The clangs and sounds of breaking glass brought laughter to both of us. He was in his element, taking full control while letting go at the same time.

The combination for both of us was powerful, so much so I was having difficulty breathing.

Or thinking.

Forget focusing.

He slowed his actions as he eased my feet to the floor, taking his time to roll the rough pads of his fingers down my right leg. His gaze trailed behind as his chest rose and fell. It was almost as if he was seeing me for the first time.

“The most beautiful creatures are often the most dangerous.”

The statement brought a smile, a nervous laugh. “You think I’m dangerous?”

Beckett intertwined our fingers, bending my arm so he could bring my hand to his lips. His eyes were half closed as he rolled them back and forth across my knuckles. “The most dangerouscreature of all, Doc. Too perfect. Too soft. Too enchanting. Too desirable.”

He twisted his head as he gazed down at me, his chest heaving. There were no words that needed to be said as he lowered his head an inch at a time until our lips were mere centimeters apart. I quivered all over, finally unable to resist touching him.

I thought he would recoil at first, his body tensing as I crawled my fingers down the length of his chest. The roughness of his skin indicated a scar mottling his skin, the ink from the various stunning tattoos covering his arms and chest hiding the injury beautifully. Tensing, his breathing was ragged, but he didn’t pull away, nor did he chastise me for breaking the rules.

I wasn’t certain what to make of the words. Was he trying to tell me that he could see himself involved with me, but in doing so, it would challenge everything he’d become?

I opened my mouth to protest when he claimed it just like he’d done before. Only this time, there was no sense of urgency, more a need to capture my essence before it became too volatile.

The rugged man held the position as he gently opened my lips, darting his tongue just inside. I was drawn to him even more than before, finding myself lost in the moment. There was suddenly no light or sound, just the quiet we shared between us. Somehow, he’d managed to break through several other defenses, causing my guard to fall.

Allowing him to seduce me with his actions as well as his words.

He hadn’t forced me into anything, yet his act of seduction was meticulously played out. As the kiss became more passionate, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, entangling my fingers in his hair. I was perplexed by his tenderness, uncertain if hewas Jekyll and Hyde himself. Yet as the moment of intimacy continued, all thoughts about business faded away.

A single growl indicated his hunger was increasing, his need to devour every inch of me becoming difficult to control. He dominated my tongue, wrapping one hand around my throat as the kiss continued. When he squeezed, I pushed hard against him, the little voice inside my head reminding me I was at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to me. Could I trust him? Hell, I couldn’t even trust myself or my judgments as of late.

He raked the same hand down my side, lifting my leg and tossing it around his hip. Then he shifted hands, easing my other leg into the same position. At that point, our combined passion took over, my desire exploding deep inside.

I slid my hand down his chest, wrapping my fingers around his thick, throbbing cock. He was huge, large enough I wasn’t certain his shaft would fit. As I stroked up and down, every muscle in his body tensed.

After breaking the kiss, he took several gasping breaths before issuing another command. “Slide my cock inside of you. I need to fuck you just like I promised.” He bent me over until my back rested on the table, lifting and opening my legs as he continued to peer down at me.

I shivered in response, longing to reach out, yet knowing that was not what he wanted.

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