Page 43 of Out of Control

“Not really. I have other things on my mind.”

“Could you get in trouble for fucking me?”

“Maybe. But some rules are meant to be broken. And I believe with every fiber of my being that I’m meant to bebending you over that couch and feeling every inch of your body while deep inside you until you scream.”

“Is that so? What else are you meant to be doing?”

The idea of her under my power and at my mercy brought my control back in reach. If this woman wanted me to do all sorts of dirty things to her, I would be more than happy to oblige.

“You want me to show you? Say the word.”

“Word.”

eighteen

Athena

Ihad no idea who kissed who first. It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was his lips on mine and my lips on his. Kissing hard, teeth biting, mouths sucking.

Hands grabbing, fingers gripping, nails scratching. His body against mine, as close as possible.

I could hardly breathe, but I didn’t care as long as he kept touching me.

His lips moved down to my neck, giving me a chance to suck in a deep, shaky breath that turned into a moan when he used unexpectedly gentle fingers to sweep my hair out of the way, fingertips trailing along my sensitive skin. Why did everything feel so damn good all of a sudden?

But then those gentle fingers found their way to the thin strap on my tank top, pulling it down my shoulder so forcefully the seam ripped, the material of the strap roughly parting from theneckline of my top. I gasped, pulling back from him a couple inches. Why was that so fucking hot?

His hungry eyes stayed glued to me, studying my neck and shoulder and even my newly exposed collarbone as his hands dropped down to a relatively tame position on my hips.

I decided it wasn’t fair. I grabbed at his shirt, hands reaching between the buttons to grip both sides and pulled with all my might, the buttons flying in every direction as I forcefully parted the material. There. We were even.

Lucas looked damn good half naked. My hands went to his firm chest, rubbing the warm skin as I slid my fingers up to his shoulders, pushing the ruined shirt off and down his arms.

Seeing my excitement, he pulled me close to him again, my breasts aching as they collided with his chest and we were kissing again, his arms wrapping tight around my back. His hands snaked up under the back of my shirt, fingertips electrifying against my skin and turning my spine to jelly.

I could feel the grin on his lips even as he chastised me between kisses. “That was a perfectly good shirt you just ruined.”

“I know,” I breathed back, not bothering to hide my smile either.

“Ruining good shirts. What a naughty girl,” he growled, voice dropping an octave. My panties practically dropped themselves at that deep, throaty tone.

“What can I say? You make me want to be naughty.” So naughty. Bad. Reckless, even. “I think you like it, though.”

“You bet your ass I do.” He reached one hand down to squeeze said ass, a welcome surprise when his hands, while firmand sexy and roaming freely, had stayed in relatively tame areas thus far. I squeaked in surprise, but then threw myself harder at him, my hands holding his face to mine while I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Those fingers of his kept a firm grip on my ass, caressing, his other hand reaching down to mirror the motion with the other cheek, and then he was lifting me.

I squeaked again, but we were only moving a few over until my back hit the wall. He dropped me to my feet, hands on my hips turning me to face away from him. He pressed me gently, but firmly against the wall, his hard body following me until I felt him against my back, hands skating down my arms until he arrived at my wrists. Gripping them tightly, he pulled my hands up above my head, pinning me in place.

Oh God, yes.

I felt exactly how much this was affecting him, too, against my backside. He moved both my wrists to one hand, the other coming down to my chin, tilting my head to the side so he could kiss me oh so fucking deeply until I was moaning, back arching and hips moving and ass grinding against him.

His hand left my chin, sliding over to my cheek as he slowed the kiss for just a moment and met my eyes. Both hands left their positions for just a couple seconds until I felt the tips of his fingers sliding half an inch under the waistband of my shorts. He paused there, leaning down to look directly into my eyes.

“Can I take these off of you, Athena?” I moaned again, that deep sexy voice making me throb where I needed him most. “Athena, I’m asking you a question.”

So fucking commanding. So fucking hot. I nodded.

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