Page 108 of The Perfect Wrong

My legs are fire as I open them for him.

I barely notice he’s snuck a condom out of his pocket before losing his pants.

Even how he tears the foil with his teeth is sexy, and so is the way he needs his entire fist to roll it down his length...

I. Am. Gone.

He moves forward, guiding his cock against my opening.

He flicks his tip against my pussy, melding into my folds, one shallow thrust away from owning what’s his.

“You are stunning,” he whispers so slowly.

He stops and his mouth comes down on mine, frantic and hotter than ever, a savage hunger hidden in his tongue as he shoves it against mine.

“Chris,” I whisper, dragging my nails against his chest.

“If you fuck half as good as you suck cock, Delia, we’ll spend the rest of this trip in bed. Once I take this pussy, I’m never gonna stop.Never.”

Oh, God.

Does he mean it?

The ragged way he says it amps up my heartbeat.

I force myself to look at him and suck my bottom lip, reaching out to touch him.

I want to feel him in all his solid, stone-hearted wonder.

In my wildest fantasies, I never imagined I’d be with a man like this.

Never imagined I’d have him after I found out who he was, even though I wanted to until not having him felt like a phantom limb.

We haven’t even done the deed, and this already feels like so much more than one torrid night.

I’m afraid to admit it, but Iknow.

I just don’t have to think about that right now.

Not with Chris’ hands all over me, cupping my breasts, pushing my nipples between his palms.

He brings his hot lips down my neck, stopping at my right globe, pulling the bud there between his teeth.

Too damn good.

That goes for everything about him, actually.

By any sane measure, I’m the one who’s too good for him. Millionaire’s daughter, teacher’s pet, punching my ticket to a happy, successful, easy life where I could have any safe, boring man I’d ever want.

And yet here I am.

Here I go, coming apart for this hulking sailor with a mouth worthy of one, begging him tofuck mewith every raw gasp and scratch and soft little roll of my hips.

Why does it feel like he’s too good for me?

Like I’m not worthy to be under his fleshly masterpiece?

He releases my nipple with a groan, kissing his way back to my mouth, pulling me in for another long round of lips and teeth.

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