Page 17 of Losing the Forbidden
“You lied to me.” I run my eyes all over her face for any more signs that I’m right. Her lids lower, her cheeks heat and her lips part with her increased breathing. “All of that,” I say, repeating her earlier words, “is far from in the past. This. Me and you. It’ll never be in the past, and you know it just as well as I do.”
I’m right in front of her, my hands resting on the cold counter at her back as I cage her against it. Her increased breaths mean her chest is heaving and her breasts are a whisper away from brushing against me.
Dropping my head lower, excitement explodes within me as I watch her eyes drop to my lips. But I don’t give her what she wants. Instead, I move to her ear. “Nothing’s changed. I can still see desire in your eyes. I can still read your body like it belongs to me. Let me take it away. Allow you to forget.”
A needy whimper falls from her lips. I go to move back, but her hands fist my shirt, stopping me from going too far.
Her breath caresses my face as she stares into my eyes. I can practically smell her need for me. Moving forward as if I’m going to make the first move, I brush my cheek against hers. She sucks in a breath as my scruff scratches her soft skin. “Be careful what you wish for, baby. You might not be able to handle the man I’ve become.”
A laugh falls from my lips when her tiny fists slam down on my solid chest.
“You arsehole. You think you can just turn up after all these years and that I’m going to fall at your fucking feet. You’re fucking delusional.” I allow her some space and take a step back. My eyes drop from hers and run over every one of her tempting curves.
“I can fuck you better than he can any day, and you know it.” The corner of my lip curls up in a smirk as she growls and flies at me.
I always enjoyed riling her up, but this is different. Our time apart means the tension between us is explosive.
She punches and slaps wherever she can make contact, but it’s only a few seconds before I capture her wrists and pin them both behind her back.
Her harsh breaths rush over my face as she stares at me like she wants to kill me.
“You know I’m right, ba—”
Reaching up on her tiptoes, her lips press against mine, cutting off my words. My fingers release her arms and I crush her body against me. Her lips part the moment I run my tongue along them, and I’m hungrily welcomed inside. Her taste explodes in my mouth. It’s just as I remember.
Glass smashes at our feet as we collide with the island, sending our drinks crashing to the floor.
There’s no style or finesse to our kiss. It’s wet, dirty, teeth clashing and lip biting as we reconnect. My hands explore her new curves—they feel incredible. We still line up like we were made for each other. Her nails scratch at any bit of skin she can find as we fumble our way towards the door.
Grabbing onto her arse, I lift her from the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist and I begin walking us towards the stairs.
Ripping my lips from hers when my lungs burn for air, I focus on not falling with her in my arms.
She has other thoughts though, because no sooner have we broken apart than her lips are on my neck. She kisses and licks up to my ear. I lose my footing as she sucks hard on the sensitive skin, and together we tumble onto the stairs.
“Fuck,” I grunt, trying to keep my weight off her.
Giggling, her hands run over my head and I’m pulled down to her lips.
Hitching her leg up around my hip, I grind myself against her. She moans into my mouth and arches her back against the stairs in her need for more.
Her hands find the bottom of my t-shirt and, with my help, she pulls it from my body. Her dainty hands run down my back as I hungrily take her lips once again.
Lifting her, I slip my hands around her back and find the zip of her dress. In seconds it’s undone and I’m peeling the fabric from her shoulders. My lips skate down her neck and onto her chest.
I slip the lace covering her breast down at the same time she reaches for my waistband. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I groan as her tiny hand slides into my boxers and she grips my length.
Not able to wait, I push my jeans and boxers down over my arse and pull her knickers aside, exposing exactly what I want.
Rubbing the head of my cock through her folds, she arches once again, trying to find more of what I have to offer.
I don’t give her the chance to ask for it. The second I find her entrance, I slide into her heat. Her walls ripple around me and I swallow down the roar that threatens to tear from my lips.
Gripping onto her hips, my fingers dig in, leaving me no doubt that she’ll have a nice reminder of this moment in the morning when she looks down.
I thrust up into her, and she cries out in pleasure, the first signs of her orgasm already showing.
Lifting her arse a little, I find the perfect position to get her off, my memory of what she likes front and centre of my mind. She cries out once again before she falls over the edge. The tightness of her muscles squeezing my cock has me falling with her and I release everything I have inside her.
