Page 35 of His Reward
She opens and closes her mouth, a soft flush rising to her cheeks.
“That—that doesn’t matter.You shouldn’t have—”
“For all your protesting, you conveniently forget that when I kissed you earlier tonight, you kissed me back.You shouldn’t have done that.”I move closer, lowering my voice.“You were moaning when I had you up against the wall too.You wanted me to fuck you right then, didn’t you?”
“No.”
The word is immediate and she drops her gaze, her body language revealing.I smile in triumph.All this time, I thought my feelings for June were one-sided.I was wrong.
“Sweetheart, we both know that’s a lie.”
I reach for her and pull her to me.I ignore the voice telling me not to do it as I lean down and brush my lips over hers.Unlike earlier, she resists, twisting her face away while pushing against my chest.
“Mal, we shouldn’t… not again...it’s wrong.”
I press a kiss to her neck.“Who says it’s wrong?”
“Everyone!”she gasps, trembling.
“Then everyone can fuck off.”
I suck the spot where her pulse is ticking faster.She lets out a sound that’s part whimper, part moan, arching her neck despite her balled fists digging into my chest.Fuck.It’s sexy as hell.Holding her soft body in my arms turns me on too.
She squirms, still trying to escape.I walk her backward and press her against the wall beside her bookshelf.My hand at her throat, I don’t give her another chance to resist or escape me when I kiss her again.
I’m burning for her, my need for her climbing when I slip my tongue between her lips and she opens them for me.I groan as our kiss deepens and she trembles against me, swirling her tongue with mine.
The purpose of this kiss was to show June that she wants me the same way I want her, but I’m losing the original plot.All I want to do now is consume her.Taste every fucking inch of her.Make her come when she’s wide awake so she knows it’s me giving her pleasure.
I slip my hands under her thighs and lift her, then turn and head for her bedroom.
15
June
Malcolm’s fierce kiss floods my body with heat and turns my brain to mush, but I come to my senses as we enter my bedroom.I break the kiss and squirm in his hold.
“Put me down!”
He smiles.“That’s what I’m going to do.”
He carries me to my bed and lays me down.I try to roll away from under him, but he pins me to my mattress with his larger body.
“What are you—”
He cuts me off with another kiss and deepens it by pushing his tongue between my lips.I whimper into his mouth, arching under him in resistance despite the ache between my legs.
I excused the first time he kissed me as a mistake caused by alcohol, and I promised myself I wouldn’t let this happen again.Here we are, only a few hours later, after I caught him giving me a much naughtier kiss while I was sleeping.
Malcolm is sweet one moment, aggressive the next.He caresses my head as our lips and tongues move together, then he grips my hair so I can’t move as he trails hungry kisses down my neck.
He’s between my legs, his erection pressed right against my pussy.It’s hard and huge, weighing down on me like a lead paperweight.
When he grinds that monster against me, my body moves on instinct, my hips lifting and rolling in sync with him.He groans, his warm breath gusting over my skin, and my pussy tightens at the sound.
What the hell is wrong with me?I shouldn’t feel these things.I shouldn’t enjoy his kisses or his hardness against me.It’s wrong.For many reasons.And I’m angry with him for breaking my trust.
“I’m not… I’m not going to let you take advantage of me twice in one night,” I groan.
