Page 162 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Our mouths clash together in an explosion of anger and desperation, the blaze between us burning brighter than the stars themselves.

Kane grabs both my legs and spreads me apart, wedging his body impossibly close to mine and jerking my ass to the very edge of the desk.

His right hand tightens around my thigh, the other slipping into my hair as he parts my mouth with his tongue, reckless and demanding in the way he takes what he wants, barely stopping long enough to allow me to breathe.

“Fuck, baby, I need to feel you. I need you to be mine. Be mine, Hadley.” The mere thought of crossing the line draws a revealing moan from my lips.

Is he asking me to be his girlfriend?

Or just to have sex with him?

The vessel in my chest goes wild as soon as his fingers drop to the button of my jeans. He’s pulling my pants down my legs before I can make sense of what’s happening.

Once you’ve had sex, you can’t unhave it.

Sex can ruin everything, just as it can strengthen any bond and solidify confusing feelings.

If we do this, I’m all in.

I’m following this guy into the scorching flames of hell and holding his hand as I do.

He doesn’t stop kissing me for a second, our tongues caught in an eternal dance as he strips me naked, tossing my shirt and bra in no time. I’m wearing nothing but my panties while he’s still fully clothed, and I won’t have it.

“Take these off.” I tug at his belt and guide his jeans down his legs with the heels of my feet.

It takes some serious inner talk for me not to gawk at his cock when it springs free. Taking him in my mouth is one thing. Taking him inside me is another.

He gets rid of my underwear so fast I don’t get a chance to voice my concerns. He removes his own shirt and leads the tip of his cock between my pussy lips.

“Shit.” The pressure of his shaft sliding against my clit feels heavenly.

“You’re already so fucking wet. Jesus,” he says through clenched teeth. He lowers himself to my entrance, inching inside me without going all the way.

A slight panic overtakes me. “It’s not going to fit.”

The kiss he places on my mouth is reassuring. “It will. And it’s going to be fucking amazing. We just need to get you ready and comfortable first.”

One of his hands comes up to wrap around my throat, squeezing lightly as if to ensure that I can’t look away. He uses his other hand to grab himself at the base and dive farther into my slit.

The back-and-forth and the friction of his dick feels way too good for me to hold back, and I’m suddenly very aware of where we are.

I bite into my bottom lip to quiet myself, and Kane’s grip on my throat grows tighter. “Let me hear those fucking moans, Hadley.”

I wrestle the sound bubbling up in my throat. “What if someone hears us?”

“Not possible. I sent the guy outside on a break.”

My lips warp into a grin. “Did you know this would happen or something?”

His shameless, cunning smirk confirms what I suspected. “I knew I wasn’t leaving this house until I had my girl coming apart on my cock. Do with that what you will.”

His girl.

Does this mean we’re together?

Hadley, now’s not the time.

“Look how wet you are.” Kane pulls his cock from my slit, the tip glistening with my arousal. He proceeds to fist himself, spreading my wetness down his length and groaning.

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