Page 41 of Frisco

My whole body heated. The hold wasn’t painful. It was possessive. When I hit the wall, he stepped close to me, his chest brushing against my breasts, and he stared.

I stared back.

My whole body was an inferno. “What are you doing?” I asked hoarsely.

His fingers flexed before he let out a hiss and removed his hand. His eyes darkened, falling to my mouth, lingering there. Then slowly he leaned even closer. His hand moved to rest against the wall by my head.

“You are a problem.”

A problem?

He was the problem.

His club was the problem.

The problem wasn’t me, and fuck him.

Anger flashed through me, and I jerked forward, but there was no place to go. I hit his chest. He didn’t move. It was that cement wall again, except his hand moved from the wall and went to my back. I tried to step back, but he caught me. His hand slid down my back, molding me to him, and my head tipped back.

I felt every inch of him.

His chest.

His heart.

His stomach.

My legs shifted. One of his moved between mine, and he pushed me back against the wall. His body moved against mine. He grinded against me, and goddammit, I wanted him.

I wanted more of that.

Lust surged inside of me.

The feel of him moving against me was so good, soo good.

I gasped, and his hand went to my throat. It was a gentle hold, cupping the side of my head and his thumb grazing my jaw. His fingers moved over my cheek.

He slowly dipped, his whole body moving against mine, and his other leg moved between mine. He lifted me with him as he straightened, leaving me pinned in place.

I was at his mercy.

“Do you want this?” he rasped.

This?

Already pleasure coated my insides. Everything was hazy, except for the feeling of him.

My mouth opened to answer, and he began grinding against me, slow and purposeful. Fuuuck. Pleasure ripped through me.

I couldn’t answer. I just held on.

“Kali.” He murmured my name against my throat. His breath misted my skin.

I didn’t want him to stop. The throbbing grew.

“I need to know. Do you want this?”

I didn’t know what he meant, and I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t speak, but I moved with him. My hips pushed against his, and I wrapped a hand around his back and neck. I began to ride him, and that was enough.

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