Page 76 of Light My Fire

It’s pure, absolute torture.

Her voice is husky, raw, pleading. She sounds sensual and needy, and I want to give her exactly what she wants.

My self-control is pulled taut like a rubber band and I’m one soft plea away from snapping.

My hands are trembling now with the urge to pick her up and slam her against the wall, to bury myself to the fucking hilt in her tight body.

“Don’t. Go back outside.” My voice is rough.

“Please, Luke. I want you to show me.” She reaches under the loose T-shirt and peels down her panties. They drop onto the floor.

“Like this? Is this how you want to fuck me?” She backs herself against the wall next to the fridge with a soft thump. Her hands go above her head.

The movement draws the shirt up, so that it just skims the tops of her thighs. Her bare sex is a hint, a promise, a fucking tease that I can’t see. So close, yet not mine.

I can look, right? Even if I shouldn’t touch.

“Higher,” I demand. “Put your hands up higher so I can see your pretty little pussy.”

Her breath catches. She obediently does as I ask and there it is—all that sweet juicy goodness bared for me to see. I study the apex of her thighs, imagining what it would feel like to run mytongue over her and have her quiver and buck beneath my touch. I imagine how slick and welcoming her slit would be if I buried myself in her tight heat.

I stand there, rigid, my cock hard in my jeans, and just stare at her.

“Luke,” she begs. “Please.”

A glance up the length of her shows she is breathing hard, chest rising up and down rapidly, her nipples tight pebbles beneath the shirt, her neck stained pink from desire. Her eyes are pleading, her tongue sliding across her bottom lip. She’s gripping her hands together tightly in obedience.

I rake my gaze back down, and she shifts her feet apart in obvious invitation. She even turns one knee out to the side, to open herself for better viewing.

And then, as I watch her, I see the slow slide of her arousal from her pussy down onto her thigh.

The rubber band snaps.

I can’t resist her any more.

Hell, maybe I was never going to, anyway.

With a sound that might be a growl or a roar, I don’t know, I yank down my zipper, free my cock, and stalk toward her.

“Is this what you want?” I demand, jerking my hand up and down my throbbing dick. “Tell me now if you’ve changed your mind.”

She shakes her head frantically. “No. This is what I want. This is everything I want. Now. Right now.”

The little temptress is eyeing my dick with naked curiosity. She actually licks her bottom lip.

Under other circumstances, I would push her down onto her knees, grip her hair, and show her how dominating I can be. But I don’t have the patience for that.

Instead, I press against her, crowding her into the wall. I yank her leg up onto my hip. “Last chance to back out, angel.”

I’ll walk away if she says no now, no questions asked.

Even with her breath warm on my cheek, even with her pussy an inch away from my tip, I’ll walk away.

But instead of changing her mind, she pumps her hips forward, seeking my cock. She’s sliding all that soft wetness all over me and I bite back a groan at the electric jolt that courses through my body.

She’s whimpering right next to my ear. “Show me how you like it, Luke. Show mefucking.”

I brace myself against the wall with one hand and squeeze her thigh with the other, hard. “You're a dirty little girl, Brooke.” I press my forehead to hers, wanting her to understand what it means to be with a man like me. Overpowered. Consumed. “You hid it well. Don’t ever hide it from me again.”

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