Page 85 of Wild Blades

But this is just sex.

That’s all it is.

To scratch the itch and relieve the tension we don’t appear to have any control over.

Fumbling with my phone, I tap the smart pad furiously as Wade ravages my neck, nipping and sucking my skin hard enough to brand me.

“Shit. It won’t open.” I hiss when his hard cock rubs against my center again and struggle to navigate my purse, phone, and sneakers while he has me in his arms.

It’s far from romantic.

“Let me try.” Stronger than a lion, with one arm he holds me up and with the other he grabs my phone and taps it against the pad. The sound of the door unlocking is like a sweet melody to my ears.

Not messing around, as soon as he steps over the threshold, while his mouth never leaves mine, he closes the door with one leg, slamming it shut, sealing us in, and cocooning us away from the rest of the world.

In this moment, it’s just him and I, and I’ve never felt so terrified in my life. I wasn’t lying when I said he scares me. I find my feelings and the high levels of desire for him petrifying.

“Relax, Kali.” He senses my fleeting reservation, but I want him and that’s all that matters.

This doesn’t feel like a onetime thing. This feels right.

I drop my purse and phone with a loudbang,not caring if I smash it, and hear my lipstick and whatever else is in there, roll across the floor, then throw my sneakers not caring where they land.

Continuing to assault my mouth, we lick and taste one another, twisting our tongues together.

He places me onto the marble-topped console table and slams my back against the wall, almost pushing all the air out of my lungs.

“Fuck, sorry. Did I hurt you?” he mumbles against my lips.

“Don’t care.” I thread my hands into his hair and press his mouth firmly back to mine.

Pleasure between us building, his huge hands move under the fabric of my cropped top and much gentler than I thought possible of him, he brushes his thumb over my lace covered nipple making it pebble from his touch. Between his nimble fingers, he pinches, making me cry out in pleasure.

It’s insane how my body reacts to him.

The defenses we desperately tried to build to keep us apart crumble around us.

Weeks of tension have led to this moment.

It was pointless to resist.

Pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders, he removes it completely while I make light work of unknotting his tie. Quickly unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, he grabs the back of his collar and pulls it up over his head in that sexy way only men do.

“I want to see you, Kali. Turn on the light.”

I stop unbuckling his belt and tap the touch activating side lamp sitting on top of the console, grateful there are no windows on either side of my door, like many of the others in the street.

With the light on, he changes the pace.

Bringing his giant paw sized hands up to cup my face, Wade looks at me, like, truly looks deep into my soul, and melts my heart when he says, “You’re beautiful.”

Wade is deeper than the abyss. I never know what he’s going to say, or how he’ll act. He keeps me on my toes, which only elevates my attraction to him.

A grin shapes his mouth. He’s breathtaking when he smiles, and it melts me to my core, which is on fire. I’m about to combust.

“You might be beautiful, but I can’t fuck you while you’re wearing another man’s clothes.”

The way he says the word fuck makes my body come alive.

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