Page 100 of First Chance

The pressure only holds for a second, though, before he pulls back, checking my face for signs of something as I blink up at him. Pleasure? Regret?

He won’t see any indication of the latter.

“I haven’t done this in a while,” he whispers roughly, close enough I can feel his breath skip against my lips. “We don’t have to…”

“Don’t stop,” I plead, bringing his mouth to mine, and his whole body reciprocates, pinning me to the porch railing as he crushes my lips with his.

It’s hungry, starving even, but it’s not rough. He’s a brutal man, but he’s tasting me like I’m the finest dessert, breathing me in while he explores my mouth, my lips, my tongue.

I’m dizzy with lust that I’ve never experienced, but his arms hold me steady, his muscles flexing as he cradles me against his chest.

His teeth brush against my bottom lip, and I gasp at the sensation, curling my arms around his neck to bring him impossibly closer until I’m weightless, floating as he settles me atop the railing.

Other than what I’ve studied while watching movies, Idon’t know what I’m doing, but I want to do everything at the same time. His teeth nip at my lip again, and I mimic it, reciprocating with my teeth against his bottom lip.

The strength of his arms tightens around me until it’s impossible for me to move, but I’m still not close enough.

I want him inside my skin and my legs spread on instinct, allowing his hips to meet the ‘v’ of mine. The hardness that presses my tender flesh is foreign, and I can’t believe it is what I think it is, but I roll my hips against it anyway, dying to feel every inch.

His breath huffs against my mouth, and he freezes, squeezing his eyes shut as I grind my core over him.

This isn’t kissing, this is more, but no part of me wants to stop. It feels too good.

The storm darkens in his eyes, but I know my time is coming to an end; his moral compass won’t take anything more from me.

I wish I could throw it into the fucking wind.

His big hands grip my hips suddenly, holding me taut against him and halting my movement. But nothing can stop the throbbing that I’m experiencing at the apex of my thighs.

“I know, I know. You want to stop,” I sigh, dragging the tip of my nose over his cheek, lightly tracing his scar.

“No.” He shakes his head slightly. “I want you in the worst possible way, darlin’. Weneedto stop.”

“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean you have to treat me with kid gloves.”

He squeezes his eyes shut again, exhaling roughly, making his hips flex and push his hardness into me. “There is nothing virginal about you,” he growls, claiming my lips again in apowerful kiss.

“Let me walk you home,” he strains through his teeth with his eyes still closed.

“I live ten feet away,” I whisper against his lips.

“Let me walk you home,” he utters, a little more in control of himself this time, tipping my head back to kiss my neck. His stubble tickles my skin, making goosebumps rise on my arms and legs as warmth fills me everywhere else.

My feet hit the wooden planks of the porch, and he helps me regain my balance, but he doesn’t let go. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, tucking my head into his chest as we walk down the four steps and eight stepping stone distance.

“Try to get some sleep tonight,” he whispers against my forehead before kissing it gently.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep.” I giggle softly, and he smiles. One of those rare smiles he usually hides. It sends my heart racing even faster.

“Yeah, me either.” He opens my door for me and reluctantly lets his arm fall, brushing his hand down my back as he does. “Goodnight, darlin’.”

“Have sweet dreams, Lochlan.” I smile as he waits for me to close the door, and press my back to it once I’m alone inside.

I’d squeal if I didn’t know he was still right outside.

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I’m not sure what the protocol is when you wake up the day after you kiss your fake fiancé for the first time.

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