Page 100 of The Eleventh Hour

He kisses down the side of my neck, and then reaches for my t-shirt and yanks it up over my breasts. His hands go back down, hard and hot, stroking up my sides and then gripping. He kneads them firmly, running his thumb over my nipples before pulling back and ripping the top over my head.

I free my hands from his neck and throw it away. This time, I grab his hair and drag his mouth to mine before sliding my hands down and pulling his shirt up. I slide my hands around his back, feeling all the muscles and listening to him groan into my kiss.

I grin against his lips and nip the bottom one.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

“Oh, yeah?” I taunt in a husky voice and pull his shirt over his head.

As soon as it’s gone, he grabs my hips and slams me against him, grinding the hard length covered in denim into me. I gasp, my mouth falling open as heat turns me molten.

“I’m not going to stop.”

“I’ll kill you if you stop.”

“Good.”

I reach for his jeans and flick the button open. He grabs my hands and moves me backwards, walking me until I’m firmly pressed against a wall.

His fingers undo my jeans before I can even vocalise, and then he’s pushing them down over my hips.

He sucks in a breath, and my eyes snap open to find him staring down at me.

“I told you, I hate pink.”

“I love nude,” he murmurs back with a grin and bites down on the side of my neck.

My head falls back, and I grip his hair, moaning. Somehow, his other hand has found its way up my back, and, one-handed, he’s unclipped my bra. It falls loose, and he pulls away from my neck to yank it from my body.

“I’m not going to be gentle.”

“I don’t want gentle.”

His eyes drop to my breasts, and he lets out a groan. The hungry way he’s staring at me makes me even wetter. That mix of power and pleasure. I feel like a goddess. I want to be destroyed.

Fuck worship.

“Shit, Dane, you waiting for an invitation?”

“Sassy little shit.”

I grin at him, but the grin slips away when he swipes his hand up the middle of my cunt. One quick, firm touch and gone. He raises his hand to his lips and licks from his palm to his fingertips.

“Oh, I’m never giving you up.”

My knees weaken, and I just blink back at him, lost for words.

He makes use of my silence to move in, sliding his hands firmly over my hips, gripping and squeezing, until he reaches my breasts. He takes them in his hands and studies them.

“These are mine.”

I narrow my eyes. “Not a chance in hell.”

He growls and bites one of my nipples. Its lighting and fire. I arch back, letting out a shout while my hips jerk forward. He lets go with his teeth and sucks hard.

“Dane, please.”

“Beg me real nice, pretty girl, and I might give you what you want.”

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