Page 101 of Little Blue

“You.” Hot water sprays us both. I blink it away, letting it fall like tears down my face. He tracks every drop. “I wanted you. I want you.”

“Why run?” Suspicion flares in his eyes as they drill into mine. He doesn’t believe me. “Why not just tell me?”

Butterflies burst inside my belly as my mind replays the events of tonight. Heat erupts inside my core, and I fling my arms up over his shoulders, hoisting my legs up and around his waist. The tip of his erection slides over the slickness of my core, and I know he feels it—my arousal.

“I told you I’d never stop running.” I smile a teasing smile. “Besides, my way was more fun.”

He’s frozen for a solid minute as he stares at me. I swear, I can feel his heartbeat in the tip of his cock where it looms at my entrance. Still, when he doesn’t move or speak, the pressure becomes too much. I shift my hips, sliding my wet heat over the hot hardness of his erection.

A moan slides up my throat as a curse tears from his chest. And then we’re moving.

Forty-One

Ilya

I’d planned to make her mine tonight, just not on the cold bed of the forest floor. Like an animal. Rough and uncontrolled.

She deserved better than that.

The forest floor, my dog looming sentry, frost in the air.

None of that had been my plan. None of what happened tonight had been my intention.

But she ran.

The thought has a quick burn of something unpleasant swelling inside my chest. I’m not sure I believe her, even now, that she intended anything other than to escape me forever when she darted from the car into the dark forest.

Into the cold.

Fucking hell.

She’s clinging to me now, but not in the way she’d clung to me when I’d first entered my rooms. As though she feared she would die if she tore her face from its hiding place in the curve of my neck.

I’d been filled with so much rage as I stormed across the space into my bathroom. She’d been shivering so violently, and my dick was still stained with the blood of her innocence—the consequences of the brave testing I was confident she regretted, and my shattered control.

She’d meant to run from me, but I’d caught her. I promised her I would always catch her. I vowed she would always be mine.

She claims she did it with the intention to experience exactly what happened, but how can that be?

I glare at the room over her shoulder as I stalk from the bathroom with her dripping wet body in my arms. I’m leaving puddles of water on the floor with every step I take, but I don’t care.

I can care about nothing but testing the claims my little hellion has made.

She wants me.

She initiated the taking. The claiming.

She pushed me to the ledge and then challenged me to jump.

My mind flashes to the way she’d pressed her lips to mine in the bathroom when I’d shown her the cookie-scented lotion I’d bought for her. My skin feels tight and aware.

I think of the way she’d ground her ass into my cock, her knees in the snow. A low growl hums in my chest.

An image of her on her back, creamy thighs spread wide, pink pussy dripping and on display as her blue eyes dared me to take it all—the shimmering backdrop of a starry night reflecting the crystals in the snow and the challenge in her eyes. My dick throbs a painful, heavy throb.

The memory of my first thrust. Of bottoming out inside her, and the way she’d screamed, beautiful neck arched, into the night.

Home.

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