Page 40 of Dirty Love

I latch on to his neck, my mouth open and soft, and I lick up the taste of his sweat-slicked skin. His mouth presses against my temple, whispering frantic single words and phrases as he drives into me fast and furiously.

“Fucking tight. Yes. Squeeze me, babe. Take it. Take me so deep.” His head drops back, stretching his neck open and I kiss my way up that strong, muscled column until I reach the limit of my reach because he’s holding me down on top of him. I press my legs against his, but he chases me, thrusting into me from below like a savage beast.

My savage beast.

Mine.

The word explodes inside me, shattering me to pieces. He said it to me, but it was insane and ridiculous and the kind of madness that comes from the best sex of your life.

I know better.

And yet…mine.I lick him again as my entire body trembles in the remnants of my climax.

I know better.

I do.

He curls under me, every muscle contracting as he loses his edge of control, then slams up, burying himself inside me in more ways than one.

In every way.

He shudders over and over again as he releases my arms, as he runs his hands up to my shoulders, sinking his fingers in my hair and bringing my mouth to his.

My hands shake as I touch him, as I cling and wonder how I’m ever going to let him go.

And even as that fear twists like a cornered snake inside me, I know I will. I’ll have to.

I’m not allowed to have this.

I take it anyway.

For tonight, in secret.

I kiss him over and over again. I slide against his back as he gets rid of the condom, then drag him on top of me, wanting more of his flesh against mine. I push against his hands, urging him to hold me down, and when I feel him get hard again, I reach for a second condom and roll it down his length.

I’ll take everything tonight.

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“Why do you live in a hotel?”

I turn to the side and look at the red numbers on the clock. It’s nearly four in the morning. “I don’t.”

He draws a lazy circle on my side. “Where do you live?”

“Elsewhere.”

“In Seattle.”

“So asking me wasn’t necessary.”

“I was being polite.”

“You should try harder to pretend you don’t know all my secrets.”

“I don’t know them all.”

The rest of what he’s thinking goes unsaid.But he wants to.

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