Page 89 of Wreck Me

“Well, while that can certainly have its intense and controlling aspects, things like this highlight its upsides too.”

“That’s a nice way of looking at it. And very generous too—especially from you, toward me.”

“You get what you give, baby.”

I grinned. “Careful, all this teasing and challenging is getting me hard.”

As she finished with the dishwasher and I rose to my feet, her eyes widened when she saw the tent in my boxers. “Wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“Oh, beautiful, I never kid about that.”

She was yelping in the next second as I was across the kitchen, then right in her space in a blink.

I crowded her against the counter and slapped my hands down either side of her waist, caging her in and breathing in the blended scent of jasmine, sex and me.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the second you sauntered in here wearing my shirt,” I said, a moment before my mouth crashed down on hers.

She rose to it right away, curling her hand around my nape and urging me closer as I feasted on her lips, then took her mouth, our tongues tangling fiercely, before it became a whirlwind of sucking, licking, and biting, and she was grinding against my rock-hard dick, little whimpers of need spilling from her and being swallowed by our kiss.

I broke the kiss and leaned against her, my face buried in her shoulder.

“Fuck,” I panted, lifting my head a little, my hot breath fanning over the side of her neck and making her tremble.

That really wasn’t helping with my fight to get control, to hold back.

Neither was the sight of her breasts rising and falling in an erotic rhythm against my chest as she tried to catch her breath too.

I blinked hard a couple of times and pushed off her, trying to refocus by asking her, “What were your plans for today before I came by?”

“You mean, before you broke into my home by scaling a rickety old trellis and crawling in through my window like a creeper?”

“Something that worked out extraordinarily well for you—for the both of us.”

She grinned. “True.” She shifted her weight against the counter and I looked away as that included her rubbing her thighs together. Jesus. “I was going to do a little sketching, just chill and decompress. Why? Do you need to get going?”

“No. In fact, I was hoping we could spend the day together.”

“Like a date?”

“If you need to put a label on it.”

“You’re the one who needs the label with all that possessiveness of yours you’ve got going on. You want me to know where you stand, and where I stand by extension.”

“Damn, you’re good. Yeah, a date then. I can’t take you out in public without a shitload of preparation and putting certain things in place to keep the paparazzi at a distance, or it will put you right in the public eye in an instant.”

“And you’d have to out your breaking-and-entering activities to Caleb and King.”

“Hey, there was no breaking involved. But, pretty much.” I played with some strands of her hair, musing aloud, “How about we stay here and you show me some of your sketches? Maybe one of those video games you made while at Vista Ridge?”

“Are you a gamer?”

“I only play in my free time now, but I used to be really into it.” It had helped me to switch my mind off and to also sublimate during my recovery from all that shit before.

“Oh, so that massive gaming setup in the den at the mansion is yours?”

“Yeah. Did you think it was Caleb’s?”

“Well, I assumed, with him being the fun-loving one out of the two of you.”

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