Page 30 of Take Her from You

The moment my lips touched Valentine’s, he made a hungry sound, tossed the phone, and cupped my face to kiss me right back.

Bright attraction flowed in me. In reverse of a couple of days ago, I was on my knees in front of him. But not for long.

Without breaking the kiss, he reached for my hips and picked me up, landing me square on his lap.

I pulled back, startled. “How did you do that without breaking your back?”

“Christ, woman. Doubting my strength?”

“No, but?—”

“Then get your mouth back here.”

Obeying him was no trouble. I kissed him again, harder, parting my lips. Pure heat zapped me at the first touch of his tongue to mine. God, this man could kiss. Even letting me take control, he gave the exact right pressure, coaxing, teasing, and driving me crazy.

His fine bristles scratched my skin, and I grazed his cheek with my fingertips.

“Do that thing with my hair,” he asked, his voice deliciously gruff.

“What thing? Playing with it?”

“Aye, and your nails on my scalp.”

I tugged the leather strip so his hair fell loose then brushed my fingers through the strands. On a second pass, I used my nails, drawing light lines.

Valentine made a sound of pleasure, bringing his focus down to my breasts, right under his face.

I took my hands to the hem of my shirt, ready to peel it off.

He squeezed my hips. “Hold up a second. There’s something I need to say first. All that shite tomorrow is going to happen regardless of this.”

I squinted, confused.

“I mean, I don’t want ye to feel ye owe me anything.”

I choked on a laugh. “Did you really think I’m paying you in sex?”

Under me, his dick pulsed.

“Sex,” I said again, testing him.

He throbbed once more, hard enough to poke into me through our clothes.

Valentine appeared dazed, his eyes hazy. “Fuck, little spy. How is it you’ve taken control of my dick like that?”

“Just by saying sex?”

A third pulse came with another groan from him.

I let him off the hook. “I want to dothatwith you because you’ve done nothing but turn me on since we met. I’m not paying you with my body, but if it’s a problem…”

“Fuck, no. Don’t move.”

“Not even to do this?”

The shirt came up over my head. I discarded it behind me.

Valentine’s gaze shot to my breasts, just as I wanted. I didn’t even care that I’d only put on a plain black t-shirt bra after my shower, as under his avid, instant need, I was the sexiest woman alive.

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