Page 109 of Love Me Reckless

A fluttery laugh leaves my lips. I wrap my arms around his, my body feeling so alive, so vibrant and free, like I’m drifting down a slow, meandering river with the warm wind in my hair and my toes stirring the gentle current.

“Wait, you’re serious,” I manage between huffs.

“Hell yeah,” he replies. “You need me to prove it?”

“No,” I say quickly. “Wait, what if I said yes?”

He hums into my hair. “I might have to get rough with you. Teach you a lesson.”

Renewed desire coils in my belly. “How rough?”

“Depends on what gets you hot.”

My pulse thumps harder. “Like tying me up?”

“That’s an idea.”

“Spanking?” The instant the word leaves my lips, my thighs clench.

He gives my ass a little pinch, and I jolt, but it just makes me grind harder against his erection, and I groan.

“Why do you like getting me off?” I ask. “There’s nothing in it for you.”

He laughs. “If that’s what you think, we have some ground to cover.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Indeed.”

The word sounds funny coming from his bossy, unfiltered mouth, and I laugh. I glance over my shoulder to catch his eye, but he spins me to face him. With his hands cradling my waist, he pulls mecloser. My breasts brush against his chest, sending prickles of desire across my skin. His lips press softly to mine in a tender kiss.

I kiss him back, flicking my tongue past his, eager for more. He caresses down my back to grip my bottom, urging my body closer and bringing the firm ridge in his pants against where my pulse is beginning to throb again.

Our kisses turn heated, our quickening breaths filling the quiet room. The feel of his warm chest against mine and the soft swirl of his tongue across my lips is a delightful reminder of his promise. A tremor skitters down my spine, and I press my body closer to his.

I caress his chest and ribs, my thumb brushing the trail of soft hair leading from his navel. I stroke back and forth above his waist, around his side to his lower back. He’s so firm here, so undeniably strong. Manly. Powerful. Like he could snap me in half.

The thought makes me shudder, but I’m not frightened.

“I’m going to ruin your pants,” I say.

“Maybe they should come off.”

I hum my approval. “My turn to touch you?”

He smirks. “Just a taste, but then I have plans.”

My skin jumps. The words spiral down through me, pooling in my core like liquid heat. I want to know what he means by this, and my mind somersaults with the possibilities.

Nobody has ever talked to me like this.

He kisses me, his lips tugging on mine, lingering for a fraction of a second.

I stroke down his chest to his belt buckle and exhale a shaky breath to cool the reckless energy racing through me. I rub the length of him over his pants with the heel of my hand. He sucks in a breath.

I’m no expert at any this, but I like the sounds he’s making.

Keep following your heart and you’ll get there.

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