Page 49 of Forbidden

“One night. That’s it.” I took his hands from my face and linked them with mine. “You can get me out of your system.”

He groaned, “You should be illegal.”

“In some countries and states, I am,” I smirked. “One night, Brad? I won’t ask for anything more.”

“You might not be. But I will be.” He kissed my shoulder. “You’ll have me begging for more.”

“Or you will just get me out of your system,” I reminded him. Which was more likely to happen. I doubted Brad would ever be begging me for more than one night.

My hands went to his shoulder holster-straps and I started to push them down his arms.

He shrugged them off and then his hands were back on me. And this time they were willingly running up my body.

“You sure you want this?” His hands were just under my breasts.

“I want you.” I kissed his cheek. “Do I have to beg?” Would he make me? I thought I had broken his self-control by telling him he wasn’t breaking the law if I agreed.

“Nah, sweetheart. But I’m going to be begging you tomorrow morning not to push me away.” He kissed along my collarbone. “What about the age difference? Doesn’t that repulse you?”

I was enjoying his lips on me so much I nearly missed his question. “Let’s just say it’s in my blood to be attracted to older men.”

Mum is way younger than Dad. And her mum, my grandmother, well, she had been younger than Granddad. Though I would be setting a new record for the age difference.

I smiled at that and that Mum thought I was the easy one out of us kids.

His lips were off me and I opened my eyes. I didn’t even realize I had closed them, enjoying his kisses way too much.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, reading his expression. He was thinking of something hard.

“I’m not fucking you.”

I groaned. I thought we were past this! I looked in his eyes and I had never seen him more determined. He wasn’t fucking me. I went to get off him. There was no point. I had made my argument and I had lost the fight.

A squeal left my lips as his hands gripped my hips and he flipped me onto my back. I frowned, looking up at him. I was getting off him. I knew by his expression he wasn’t fucking me. So what was he doing?

He ran his knuckles down between my breasts, the coldness of his rings sending a wave of delight through my body. I ached for him. It was physically painful now that he was holding back.

“Why tease me if you aren’t going to do anything about it?” My voice came out breathless. This is what happens when he touches me. I become breathless. Did he realize the pull he had over me? And my body? It was shameful.

“I’m not fucking you, Hannah.” He kissed in between my breasts. “But I am making love to you. All night. Over and over. Till you are worn out.”

My eyes lit up. That meant… “Do you mean that?” My hands went to his shoulders; he was kissing slowly down the center of my body, like he was following an invisible line. He stopped at my belly button and looked up at me.

“You up for it?” He had a wicked grin on his face. Like he was about to live every fantasy he’d ever had.

I locked my legs around his waist. “You had me at over and over.”

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