Page 116 of Unexpected Heroine

Hell yes.

Not only is he getting hard, he’s looking at me the way he used to. With heat. Desire. A fervent need.

He still wants me. I’m not dirty.

With impressive resistance, he lowers his face leisurely, holding my eye contact. All the self-control that first attracted me to him is ever-present in his deliberate movements. So dang sexy how he can temper his emotions like that. I’m practically salivating and ready to climb him like a tree, but he drags it out, building the tension in a slow burn.

Best of all, everything about his demeanor tells me he wants to take charge again. His need for my submission is there, vibrating all over his body.

Yes, please.

Our mouths finally converge, sending waves of tantalizing sparks over my skin. I gasp, wasting no time in opening for him. He dips his tongue into my mouth, tasting and devouring me with increasing intensity. The desire wafts off us, mingling with the steam of the shower.

Damn, this is everything I’ve needed.

His grip becomes more desperate around my lower back. One of his hands slides up my side, resting on my jaw, allowing him to angle my head the way he wants it.

Yes, yes, yes. Take control like you used to.

In this moment, he’s exactly the man I need him to be. Then again... hasn’t he always been?

Our kiss brims over with passion as his decadent tongue fucks my mouth. My back arches, driving my breasts into his chest.

He holds me tighter. Kisses me harder.

For the first time in what feels like an eternity, he doesn’t treat me like a porcelain doll.

I’m not broken.

With roving hands, we writhe against each other in unison. Right when I’m seconds away from begging him to touch me in naughtier places, he ends the kiss.

Burning his gaze into mine, he roughly grabs my ass, squeezing a handful in each splayed palm. It’s not painful. Just possessive. I love it.

Suddenly filled with scorching desperation, I beg him with my eyes and my words. “Touch me, please.”

Eyes darkening, a dash of wickedness overtakes his features. He pulses his palms around my ass. “I am touching you, sweetness.”

The crowd jeers. Boo. Hiss.

“You know what I mean.”

Anticipation skitters over me when his hands disappear a second later, leaving me bereft.

The sparkle in his eyes tells me he’s planning something. No clue what it may be. As long as he’s not rejecting me, he can do anything he likes.

Instead of looking around to see where his hands are headed, I savor the feel of our bodies flush against each other and let the mystery of what he’s up to heighten my excitement.

A lascivious grin settles on his lips. “Open for me, sugar.” Then his hands are there, prodding between my thighs.

I ease one leg to the side, giving him room.

He roams his slippery hands over the tops of my inner thighs, massaging my tender flesh. After teasing the outer skin on both sides of my pussy, he flattens his palm and drags it up and down my slit.

“Mmm,” I moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

“This okay?”

“Yes,” I rasp.

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