Page 48 of Knotting Hill
I pull back and say, “It’s okay. I can take it from here.” I dig around in my bag for a tissue, finding a pocket packet and pulling one out.
“Let me take care of you, please, Storm. I can’t just walk away knowing you’re upset. I know you don’t believe us, but we are serious about wanting to know you.”
I gulp and ignore him, walking in the direction of my home, realising I’m leading him straight to my abode, but I don’t care right now. I’m feeling sorry for myself, angry, sad, and panicked about what I’m going to do.
When we arrive at the front door of my building, I punch in the code and shove the door open.
“Thanks,” I murmur.
“Anytime,” he replies.
Our heated gaze meets.
His bright blue eyes are wary and serious.
My breath is coming in soft pants.
He lets out a soft growl.
The purr that escapes me is uncontrollable.
Taking one step forward puts him in my space. He crushes me to him, holding me tightly as his lips bruise mine, a kiss so fierce I respond to it with a driving desire, clinging to him desperately.
I stumble backwards, pulling away, and without thinking, just feeling, I grab his hand and lead him up the one flight of stairs to my flat.
It takes an eternity.
Struggling with my key, I eventually get it unlocked and kick it open, throwing my bag on the floor. I turn around and pull JP closer to me again. He hesitantly reaches for me, cupping my face before he swoops in with an expert kiss that sends a rocket of lust shooting through me. Kicking the door shut behind him, he walks us back into the flat, his tongue twisting around mine in an erotic dance that I never want to end.
Withdrawing slightly, I struggle out of my jacket, letting it drop on the floor. I rip open my blouse, popping a button or two, to expose my breasts to him encased in a lacy bra that makes him moan in desire. It fires up my arousal. I drag him back to me, pressing my lips to his again, cupping the back of his head as I rise on my tiptoes to get even closer to him. He is tall, about six inches taller than me. I feel small and delicate next to him. Even more so when with a loud growl, his hands circle my waist, and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him as he slams me up against the wall.
His breath is ragged when his palms brush over my nipples. I’m purring wildly, wiggling to get my pants undone so he can touch me properly.
“Fuck,” he groans when my hands brush over his rock-hard cock.
It is straining to get to me, and I want it. I don’t care about anything except the lust coursing through my veins.
“Storm,” he rasps, grasping my waist again.
He lifts me off him, placing me on my feet. I reach for the button and zip on my pants, but he places his hand softly over mine, a serene smile curving his sexy lips.
“No,” he says. “Not now. Not like this.”
“What?” I ask, shaking my head in confusion.
“I’m showing you the man I want to be for you, Storm.” He removes his hand and takes another step back.
“But I’m here, ready,” I splutter, never having been turned down by an alpha or any man before in my life during sex. What the fuck is this? Another game?
He shakes his head. “I want you. Christ, you have no idea. But when I take you, I want it to be because you really want it, not just because you are in a bad place.”
“I’m fine,” I exclaim.
He sadly cups my face. “No. Our time will come, Storm, and when it does, it will be spectacular.”
He drops his hand, and with a lingering look back at me, he leaves my flat and me, half-clothed, horny as fuck and flaming, lividly mad.
Twenty-Nine
