Page 101 of The Perfect Wrong

My hands glide down her back, her skin burning my fingertips like cinnamon.

My hips stab forward, keeping her pinned against the wall, her legs opening for me.

Fuck, I can barely breathe.

Not when I finallyhaveher.

She’s nearly under me, the perfect position to hike up her dress and take her like I did that first night. I’ll grind on her clit till she goes off like a rocket.

Only, I’m impatient.

I’m sick of this cat and mouse shit.

I can’t stand having barriers between her pussy and me.

I want to feel her coming on my mouth, my fingers, convulsing on my cock with her eyes rolled back in her head and her lips stretched in pleasure.

With a ragged breath, my gaze fucks her eyes, letting her see the harshness of a raging storm I can’t control.

“You ready to get that V-card punched,princess?Or are we just going to share a bed again and try to pretend we don’t want to fuck each other’s brains out all night? I, for one, am goddamned done with denial.”

Her cheeks flush rose-red.

Her strawberry lips tremble.

It makes me want to bite her harder, to drag her wet mouth over mine and never let go.

“Yes...” It comes out of her in a shallow gasp that strokes my dick.

And it’s all I need to hear.

I help peel her off the wall, fusing her hand to mine. Her pulse drums in my hand.

Then I walk us back inside and over to the bed before I take her in my arms again, feeling for the zipper lining her spine.

Her dress is ready to drop in five seconds flat.

She’s lucky I don’t tear it to shreds.

This is mine now.

So fucking mine.

Every last beautiful, forbidden, sticky sweet bit of her.

Whenever I let her get dressed again, she’ll be a whole new woman, and she’ll have my name engraved in her head for life.

The only thing that makes me pause before giving her dress a final pull is the electric warning in my nerves, the threat of something that might be too good shining in her eyes.

She’s spellbound—and honestly, so am I.

Once we start, stopping might be damn near impossible.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, sure, but if she’s half as hot as I think?

I’ll be a complete addict by the time we head home.

What then?

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