Page 97 of Undone

“I can’t stop thinking about you—can’t stop wanting you…” His mouth fuses over mine and I gasp into his possessive kiss.

Our tongues dance as his hands roam over my back to my ass, cupping me closer.

It feels so good. I moan, feeling his thick cock fighting to feel me.

“Luce?!”

The spell is broken by my friends calling out for me.

“I’m sorry. I can’t,” I pant, breaking free to breathe.

“He doesn’t deserve you. Come with me.” He holds my hand tight, refusing to set his found prize free.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. You want me just as much as I want you.”

I look down. “Maybe. But I can’t get entangled with another man right now.”

“Let me help you get over him.” He grabs my hips, rubbing his thick erection against me.

My body sways.

Hell, he’s good. And I know he’s probably a god in bed and I ache; missing the feel of a man between my legs filling me up.

But Smith destroyed me, and Roque is something else entirely. He’d wipe everything out of my existence but him. I can’t live like that again. Smith never demanded every part of me, but I sense Roque would.

“I can’t.”

He growls in the dark. “Just a taste. For fuck’s sake. I’m losing all control. I dream of how you taste… wake up hard—wanting only you to take care of this.” His hand runs along the bulge in his pants.

I groan and my nipples ache within my bra.

The delicious arousal between my thigh’s burns—needing relief.

It’s just sex.

Love has nothing to do with it.

“Please,” I hold a hand out, trying to stop the current of need running between us, but fail.

“Please, what?” He rasps, seconds before scooping me up and backing me against the wall.

Still cloaked in yards of velvet, I answer, “Please help me forgethim.”

“It would be my pleasure,tesoro.”

I could blame it on the alcohol lowering my defenses, but the truth is Roque is as virile as they come, and I felt all woman as he held me close and kissed me like I was the only woman who ever existed that made him lose all control.

Our hearts pound.

Our breaths ragged.

As we kiss, on and on.

“I need to be inside you now,” he growls.

The declaration is a dousing of cold water. Even though what I had with Smith isdone, the thought of having another man move inside me that isn’t him, still doesn’t feel right.

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