Page 29 of Under His Control

Liam made a sound as I kissed him back, sealing our lips together. It was instinct, something like a grunt and a moan and a sexy exhale all at once. I didn’t know how to define it, but hearing the proof of how much my kiss impacted him turned me on.

Too quickly, before I could fall further into the spell of desire that kissing him built hotter, he pulled back.

“No.” He shook his head.

I gaped at him, then moved into a scowl as he stepped back. Behind him, steam lifted and curled from the open door to the bathroom.

“No?” I sassed.

“No. We’ve done this already.”

I huffed, grabbing his unzipped jeans hanging unlawfully low on his hips. One tug pulled him closer, and I secured him in a hard kiss again. He growled, taking hold of my hips as he held me in place. Dipping down, he arched me back with the force of his kiss. He could tell me no, but he was showing me the opposite.

“And you want me to believe that once was enough?” I demanded when he parted for air.

“It has to be.” He stared at me with such need burning in his eyes that I feared I’d burn up under his gaze. “You can’t stand me.”

I shook my head and kissed him harder, dizzy under his responding touch and from his turning me toward the wall. My back smacked against the surface, and I relished his dominance as he pinned me there. We were right next to the open bathroom door. Steam curled around us, heating it up even more, as if we weren’t scorching already. My skin felt too tight. My pussy ached. I was already so damned aroused by the idea of this rugged man that I couldn’t stand any chance of distance between us. I wanted him in me. I wanted to be on him. I wanted us together so tight and slick, with no gap, so we couldn’t tell where he ended and where I began.

“I can’t stand wanting you when I know you’re all wrong for me.”

He nodded, groaning as I shoved his jeans lower and tugged at his boxers. “I can’t stand you either.” With a swift pull, he tugged my shirt up and over my head. I’d changed since we came home, and I was so happy I’d left out a bra. “Fuck. I can’t stand you,” he repeated as I grabbed his dick and pumped his hard length. I only got a couple of strokes up and down before he moved out of my reach. Lowering to suck and kiss my breasts, he kept his cock too far from my hands.

“You uptight, bratty diva,” he growled, panting hard as he cupped my tits and pulled my bead of a nipple between his lips. “A pain in the ass.”

I moaned, letting my head roll on the wall as he moved to my other breasts and tortured my sensitive flesh there with his tongue, teeth, and lips. So hungry. So demanding.

“I can’t stand you, but I want you so fucking bad, Eva.”

“Me too,” I gasped, excited and not turned off by how he growled his complaints. “You’re not right for me, but you feel sofucking good.” I squirmed out of his hold, sacrificing the sweet torture of his kisses and touches on my breasts. Lower now, I took hold of his veiny, hard length and stroked him.

He groaned, humping into my hand before he kissed me again. With his hands on the wall, he rocked into my fist.

“I need you. I shouldn’t want you, but I need you.”

He nodded, kissing along my jaw until he aimed for my breasts again.

“You protected me.”

He stopped. He froze and gripped my chin. “Are you confusing desire for gratitude? I don’t want you to fuck me as payment for keeping you safe.”

Oh, God.He was so fucking sexy, making me own up towhyI wanted him.

“No.” I kissed him as I swirled my thumb over his pre-cum to lubricate stroking him slower. “But seeing you rush to my safety was fucking hot.” It was thrilling that he’d want to protect me when he had no obligation to. It emphasized that deep down, hedidcare.

“You’retoo hot for me to handle. I should stay away while I can.” I ran my free hand up his chest, reveling in the ridges and dips of his muscles and taut abs. So strong, oozing testosterone and frying my nerves with lust.

“Fuck, Eva. You can’t…” He finished whatever he could’ve said with a low growl as he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. “You can’t say shit like that to me.”

I shoved my shorts and panties off as he fumbled with his jeans. Kissing made it harder to stand, but his muscled arms were around me before I could fall. Before I could even get my shorts and panties off, he had me in his arms and under the water. He carried me into the shower, soaking us and the clothes I hadn’t removed yet.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he said, cringing as I pumped his erection. He lifted me, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. “We’re not right for each other.”

I nodded. “We’re horrible.”

“We don’t match,” he argued between sloppy, ravenous kisses.

“We don’t,” I agreed, grinding against his dick and hoping he’d get inside me soon. I was about to combust, overwhelmed with desire.

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