Page 164 of Unexpected Hero

My brain powers off like he pulled the plug.

This time, when he slams his mouth to mine, I open for him and let him stroke my tongue with his.

The flavor of my arousal mixes with the taste of his kisses that I’d grown accustomed to in a heady cocktail. It leaves me wanton and craving more. When he attempts to withdraw his tongue from my mouth, I suck it back in, needy for more. It’s as if our combined tastes unleash something carnal in me.

Much like he does.

He deepens the kiss, tilting my head to one side and thoroughly fucking my mouth with his tongue. There isn’t another way to describe what he’s doing to me right now.

I love everything about the way he’s making me feel — like a sexual being, embracing her desires and giving into her urges.A woman using her body the way it was designed to be used.

Lick by lick, nibble by nibble, he breaks down my walls.

As the kiss goes on, I find myself grinding my weeping pussy against his very naked lower body. When did he take off his bottoms?

Oh my gosh. This is happening.

Like really happening happening.

And judging by how I’m writhing against him, my body has decided it’s about damn time.

Oh hell.The Lizzo song of the same name jumps into my mind, distracting me once more.

Aaand that makes the forty-eighth time ADHD has attempted to ruin this moment for me.

“James, I want you to keep telling me what to do.”

He grins against my lips. Between kisses, he responds with words I never thought I’d hear come out of any man’s mouth. Let alone this man.“Lettie baby, if you don’t stop giving me orders, I’ll have to fuck that sinful mouth of yours to shut you the hell up.”

This polite, quiet gentleman in the streets is an erotic, filthy force of nature in the sheets.

I gulp. Then gulp again. And a third one for good measure.

“Okay.”

It’s entirely possible I just flooded the bed with arousal. That’s a touch embarrassing. But it’s his fault. So... yeah. His sheets, his problem, and his fault.

No clue where his hands were a second ago — because he scrambled my brain like eggs in a pan when he threatened to shut me up with his dick — but he’s suddenly cupping both my breasts roughly. Oh I like that. His deft fingers squeeze and pluck my nipples, then he pinches them... with increasing pressure.

Like an overabundance of pressure.

Filling my lungs with a giant wave of oxygen, I throw my head back, overcome with a confusing mix of pleasure and pain. Do I love it or hate it? I don’t know. But my hips keep right on rocking against his erection as it prods and pokes through my folds. My body seems to be fully on board with the pain.

“Do you like that, sugar bear?” he rumbles against my neck between licks and featherlight kisses.

The way he’s playing my body is both confusing and overwhelming. He’s groping my breasts with ferocity, kissing my neck tenderly, and speaking to me with a mixture of both. All at once, he’s hard and soft, ice and fire, commanding and begging.

“Uh huh. I think so.”

He pinches my nipples harder. “How about now? Are you sure yet?”

My jaw goes slack, hanging open, while I scream silently until I find my voice.“Okay, so no. I don’t think I like it. But I also know I like it. This is confusing.”

He chuckles, but it’s not his normal lighthearted laugh — the kind he tries to hold back when I do something stupid or dorky. This laugh is darker and has an almost menacing quality. Oddly, it doesn’t worry or frighten me. It turns me the hell on even more than whatever baffling thing he’s trying to prove with my nipples.

“Then I’ll stop for now, baby.” He releases his tight grip on them, substituting it with soothing circles. “Just remember who’s in charge tonight. Got it?” He seems to accentuate his words with a pump of his hips, making the tip of his cock poke at my entrance, nearly slipping inside me.

I gasp to stifle a moan. If sex feels half as good asthat, I can’t wait for the main event.

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