Page 73 of Hold Me Until Morning

“You don’t want me?” It gasped out, my thoughts disoriented, need so intense that I couldn’t process anything but the desperation to feel him inside me.

Filling me full.

Taking me over.

“I think it’s plain just how damned bad I want you.” He ground my center against his dick. “Already told you last night how bad I do. But I don’t want to complicate things.”

Right.

He didn’t want to complicate things.

I should probably be concerned that I felt very, very complicated right then.

But he was right, if we were going to wake up tomorrow and just be friends, then this needed to be a quick release.

This wasn’t intimate.

It wasn’t anything but feeling good.

I started to tell him that I only wanted to touch him, but my mind stopped functioning when he smoothed his hand down my leg to my knee before he rode back up, though this time his hand slipped beneath my dress when he got to the hem. He pushed it up higher until it was completely bunched around my waist.

I thought to be self-conscious. My thighs thick and trembling where I straddled him, my legs completely bare.

I thought of looking out the windows to make sure no one was watching us. But I was too enraptured by the growl that rolled up his throat, by the way that ravenous gaze slid over my body.

“How’s it I have a Goddess sitting on my lap?”

Every inch of me quivered and rocked.

An earthquake.

He nudged me up a fraction, and he dragged the tip of his thumb over the satiny fabric of my underwear.

Sparks flashed, and he’d barely touched me.

“Look at you…needy and wet.”

I choked over the tightness that bound my throat. “Did you expect me not to be?”

“Oh, I expected you to be. I could smell you…” He ran his nose down the slope of my neck before he kissed across my collarbone. “How fuckin’ bad you need it.”

He nudged my underwear aside, and he dragged his thumb deep between my lips.

I gasped at the sensation.

At the heat.

At the flames.

I writhed and whimpered, not even caring that he probably thought I was pathetic. The mere brush of the tip of his finger nearly setting me off.

“Fuck. If I thought that dress should be illegal, then those sweet little sounds coming out of your mouth should be a felony.”

He rumbled it, running his thumb back and forth, barely brushing over my clit with each pass.

“Cody.”

“That’s right, honey. That’s exactly what I want to hear. My name on your tongue. Give me one minute, and you’ll be chanting it so loud that I’ll have to gag you.”

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