Page 28 of Mensa's Match

Her lips quirked into a half-smirk and he kissed her. That wasn’t the best move, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d wanted to kiss her smirk off her face for months. Now that he could, he took her mouth hard.

Best of all, Whitney gave it right back to him. Her fingers drove into his hair and she hooked a leg around his hip. He felt her wetness against his cock.

She hummed into the kiss before tearing away. “I need—”

“Know what you need,” he said, grinding his hips.

Her hand grabbed his cock. He gripped her wrist. “What the hell are you doing?”

Those blue eyes glinted with her resolve. “I’m clean and on the pill.”

He dipped his chin. “But you don’t know shit about me.”

Her cocky grin set his teeth on edge because he felt it in his dick. “I heard you tell Cynic your blood work came back a-okay in February. I’m so on-edge it isn’t funny, Mensa. So fuck me.”

Every so often, she reminded him of how he underestimated her. “February, woman. It’s late May. That’s plenty of time for me to fuck that blood work up.”

Her smile fell away and her eyes narrowed. “Last week, Finn said you were so crabby because you haven’t been laid since February.”

He wanted to punch Finn, but he kept focused. “You’re gonna trust that?”

“I know I’ve never been this wet for another man. Even though you’re holding out on me right now, I also know once willnotbeenough. Let’s go, Kenneth, so I can fuck you in the positionsI’veimagined over the last fifteen months.”

He crushed his lips to hers again, but only gave her a hint of tongue before he cut it short. “I’m tasting you first or it’ll eat at me. Now keep your voice down, Blume.”

He trailed his lips down her neck to the slope of her breasts. His hands shoved them together and gave one a playful nip.

She gasped, bucked her hips, and threaded her fingers into his hair to hold him there.

He smiled against her soft skin, then lifted his head. “You like rough?”

“I like sex, and for some fucked-up reason, the more you infuriate me the more I want you.”

He grinned. “Misery definitely loves company.”

He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked – getting a better idea of what she liked. Her hips shifted, but he made a mental note that she didn’t buck like when he bit her.

He snaked down her body, kissing here and there. She smelled like hotel soap. It disappointed him that he didn’t get a nose full of her usual gardenia fragrance.

She widened her legs once he made his way to her center. She kept herself well-trimmed. He skimmed his finger through her wetness.

She spoke the truth: her pussy was soaked for him. He lifted her legs, tossed them over his shoulders, and set to devouring her.

He’d heard her half-whimper ten minutes ago. Now she whimpered in earnest and he looked up her body. She had an arm flung over her head, a hand in the headboard, eyes full of lust.

He felt her push toward him.

On a chuckle, he squeezed her thighs. “Serious, Whit. Keep it down.”

Her eyes widened and the annoyance shining at him pleased him.

They were so fucked up.

Glutton for punishment that he was, he dug that even more.

That thought reminded him that he had to keep this physical.

Redoubling his efforts, he licked around her clit. She cupped the crown of his head to hold him there. He drove a finger inside her, then added another.

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