Page 127 of One Big Little Secret

When his tongue sweeps fully into my mouth, mine meets it.

When he pulls me into his lap, my legs straddling him, I whimper.

Gripping his shoulders, sliding my hands through his hair, trembling in his arms. Even when he’s so clearly turned on, it’s hard to let myself justbe.

And when he picks me up, cradling me against his body like I’m weightless, I just wrap my arms around him and keep my mouth molded to his, savoring every spearing thrust as he claims my mouth.

His hand finds my breast, fingers stroking roughly through the fabric. It only takes a single bead of pressure from his thumb over my nipple.

I’m flipping melting.

Moans become hot gasps.

My legs part as his other hand roams my thigh, so deliciously greedy.

“Fuck,” he rasps, breaking the kiss.

His eyes snap to mine, all blue witchfire.

There’s no hesitation left in my brain.

None whatsoever as he hauls me up a second later and carries me inside.

I already know we’re heading straight to the bed.

And I have exactly one panicked second before the déjà vu hits.

This feels so familiar as he lays me on the bed before him and eclipses me with his body.

Except this room is more luxurious, the bed larger, and I’m older and more certain and supposedly wiser.

Less drunk, at least.

I suck my bottom lip as his hands cover my breasts, picking up where he left off, teasing me with this rough pressure that leaves me shaking and soaked.

It’s a struggle to hold my eyes open, and only then, so I can appreciate the rigid muscle of his torso as he leans back and pulls his shirt off.

I think he rips a button in his haste.

But he’s bare for me, this broad-chested beast in all his wild, divine glory.

My hands slide down his abs—how are they evenharderthan I remember?—and then my mouth.

“Woman, go to town,” he urges. “Fucking touch me wherever you please. I’m all yours tonight.”

The edge in his voice gives me courage. So does the way he caresses my face. I kiss a trail down his neck to his beltline, and soon those hot little kisses become licks.

He groans like thunder.

Wow. I never knew how much I missed that sound.

“I like this dress, it looks damn good on you,” he says, right before he shears it open. The material splits, seams tearing loudly, and for once I’m not thinking about money. “But I like it better gone. Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Holy shit. Um, I’ve never had a man physically rip off my clothes before.”

“You’ve never been with a man, then. Present company excluded.”

I. Am. Dead.

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