Page 82 of He's The Reason Why

His gaze locked on hers, and she drank in the desire and excitement she found there. It made her feel beautiful and sexy, and she could see why so many women devoured his movies.

He was a movie star, in all caps, and he was looking at her like she was the star.

She lowered herself onto his lap and ran her hands over his chest, up his neck, then buried her fingers in his hair. All the insecurities and concerns and thoughts of what the morning after might look like vanished in a rush of adrenaline-fueled lust and need.

He shifted her until they bumped tantalizingly against each other, but she couldn’t get close enough to do more than tease. The sensation of almost touching was making her ache. She spread her legs a little wider and pushed a little harder, but there was no way to make it work.

“This chair”—she gasped as his fingers touched a sensitive spot between her legs—“sucks.”

With a growl of frustration, he stood up, holding her so tight against him she could feel every muscle along his torso ripple.

It was a move she’d only seen done in the movies, but now she knew why. It kind of hurt.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and pressed into him, which put her almost exactly where she’d wanted to be. Almost, but not quite. “I want you. Now. Yesterday. Hurry the fuck up.”

He moaned and took possession of her mouth again. The kiss was hard, anxious, and almost feral. She could have died in thatkiss and felt like she’d led a full life. There was something primal in it. A desire so strong it blew right past any remaining inhibitions or hesitations. The ache between her legs was almost unbearable now, a delicious, sweet torture that drove her insane. The anticipation of reaching climax almost brought her there all on its own.

Almost.

Her back slammed into something hard…the door to the office. It pushed the remaining air out of her lungs, but it didn’t matter. She dug in her heels into his butt in an effort to speed him up like a horse in a race.

“Hurry! Hurry!”

He carried her down the hall to his bedroom with his hands gripping her ass so tight it hurt.

He hit the bedroom door with his shoulder, and it banged open with a thud.

They tumbled onto the bed, Piper underneath him, her legs still wrapped firmly around his waist.

Blake took possession of one of her nipples with his mouth, sucking and teasing it until it was rock hard, and then his teeth grazed over it, creating a wave of sensation that made her involuntarily arch her back.

“Oh God, stop screwing around.”

His smile was predatory and filled with promise. “If you’re sure…”

She showed him how sure she was by reaching down and stroking him. She only managed a few quick touches before he growled something incoherent and slipped into her with a groan that she answered with one of her own.

He filled her until there was no room left for words. His first movements were slow and, from the look on his face, an effort to restrain himself. She thought he might be trying to wait until she was ready, but she was beyond that point.

She was so ready she was going to explode.

She put everything she had into encouraging him to do what she wanted until the world shifted and turned upside down and she orgasmed with a scream of triumph.

Blake climaxed a few seconds later with a low moan that sounded almost inhuman. He spasmed inside her, hitting all the overly sensitive nerves in an enticing way that almost made her come again.

They rode the waves together, slowing gradually as the tingles died away, leaving a saturated kind of satisfaction in its wake.

Blake flopped over onto the bed next to her, and they both lay still, catching their breath.

She didn’t want to move.

She was spent, but she felt awake and alive at the same time. Every nerve ending vibrated with signals that made her brain overload, and the first thing she thought of was how long they should wait before they did it again.

Not that they should.

No, they definitely shouldn’t do that again.

Why not?

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