Page 88 of Double Bucked

I nestle against the side of her face. I draw my lips over the softness of her cheek. Her small gasp patters against my ear.

I draw back just enough to bump my nose against hers. Our lips are so close now. The heat of her breath hits my mouth and makes my skin tingle.

“And here, most of all.”

Dark eyes meet mine. She leans in and brushes her lips against mine.

That’s all the permission I need to lose control.

I scoop the back of her head in my grip and close my mouth over hers. She exhales a muffled moan against my lips, her shaky breath pattering on my cheek. She parts her lips, and I dive in, my tongue sweeping along the heat of hers. Her fingers coil in my hair, tightening.

It’s happening. We’re here.

I’m kissing the woman I thought I’d never see again.

Her lips on mine feel like a gift from God, and I’m going to savor it.

Claire isn’t passive or submissive. Her lips push back. She slides her tongue over mine. She’s curious and bold, and I let her.

I want her to invade me.

I want to be hers.

We can’t get close enough. I hold the back of her head up from the pillow and kiss her as deep as I can. Her back arches. Her robe has come loose, exposing her breast, and I can feel her hard nipple graze my bare chest.

I wanna enjoy her. But it’s hard when her nails dig into the back of my neck. It’s hard when she peppers my mouth with tight, frantic kisses. It’s hard when she dances the tip of her tongue skillfully against mine. I grunt, and my hips pull forward.

She’s gripping me hard, and her kisses are coming too fast. She sucks, heatedly, at the sensitive skin of my throat, right under my jaw.

“You’re wild,” I tell her. I damn near don’t recognize my voice with all that roughness in it.

“So tame me.”

She rakes her claws down my chest, opening my robe. She finds my nipple and works the sensitive spot under her thumb as she pulls my earlobe between her teeth.

“Tie me down,” she pants in my ear. “Take me. Make the headboard rattle.”

“Claire.”

My voice is tight. My head is spinning. My need is so swollen, so full, one more kiss might make me burst.

She’s breathless. Her lips are so close to mine I can feel each shudder.

“Make me scream your name,” she says. “Let him hear it.”

Him.

James. Everett.

Her fiancé.

Fiancé.

Downstairs. Listening.

Fuck. Fuck.

Reality hits me like a horseshoe to the head.

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