Page 33 of Falling Fast

“Quiet.” He didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to hear why she only wanted a no-strings fling with him. He couldn’t stand it.

And he couldn’t stand the temptation she posed for another damn second.

He threaded his hands into her hair, a mix of lust and something dark and possessive roaring through him as he stared down into her upturned face. Wide, dark eyes and full, soft lips.

He swept his thumbs across her cheeks, fighting the innate need to take, mark. Possess. She’d broken his control without even trying, and in that moment he didn’t care. All he wanted was her.

“When we go there tomorrow night, I want you to remember that you’remine,” he rasped out, not giving a shit that he sounded like a crazy person. “And I don’t want him or anyone else putting their fucking hands on you.”

Desire flared in her eyes, and her quick intake of breath shredded the last of his control. Without warning he brought his mouth down on hers and gripped her jaw, the kiss punishing and wild. There was no finesse, no seduction. Just raw need and desperation.

Charlie let out a soft moan and gripped his shoulders, melting into his hold as he plunged his tongue between her lips. The feel of her pliant body pressed to his set him on fire. He didn’t even realize he was moving them forward until her back came up against the wall.

Cradling her head in his hands, he leaned his weight into her, plastering them together from chest to thigh. He was so damn hungry for her, wanted to peel that distracting dress over her head, strip off whatever she had on underneath it and devour her mouthful by mouthful until she knew they were meant to be together. That she was his.

Charlie dug her fingers into his shoulders and wrapped one leg around his, rubbing her pelvis against the rigid length of his erection. Jamie groaned into her mouth and pinned her to the wall with his weight, the way she shuddered in his grip making every muscle in his body go taut.

God, he hurt. Would have given anything to rip his pants open and slide deep inside her warmth just to make the ache go away. She was the only woman who could ease his suffering.

“Jamie,” she whispered shakily, nipping at his lower lip.

He growled low in his throat and held her there against the wall as he slid his tongue along hers, imprinting the taste and feel of her into his brain. His hands locked in her hair, fisting tight to hold her still and tip her head to the side, allowing him to blaze a trail of kisses across her jaw to the side of her neck.

Charlie whimpered and arched in his arms, pushing him. Testing his strength. It set a match to his already smoldering dominant side.

He held her exactly where he wanted her, not allowing her to move as he nipped, kissed and licked his way down her neck, drinking in her scent and the tiny little moans that slipped from her lips.

But it wasn’t enough. He wanted her incoherent. Begging. For her to come for him while he watched. For her to remember this moment forever, remember what he could do to her body.

With impatient hands, he tugged the neckline of the dress aside and down, exposing the black satin bra she wore underneath. For a moment, he stared at the cleavage revealed by the satin cups, then buried his face there, rubbing his hot face against her soft flesh.

She whispered something and squirmed in his hold but he held her in place with his body and pulled the cups of the bra down. Taut pink nipples met his starved gaze, her round breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

On a silent groan, he leaned down to take one succulent peak into his mouth. Charlie cried out and gripped his head now, her fingers digging into his scalp. Jamie cupped her breast and clamped his free hand on her waist, licking and sucking at the tender morsel. She was so soft, so sweet, her body responding to his every caress, her moans echoing in his head.

“Yes.” She rocked her hips against him and clutched his head to her chest as he switched to the other breast, following the silent cues she was giving him to give her all the pleasure he could.

Still it wasn’t enough. Wouldn’t be enough until he made her shatter right in front of him while he watched and savored the triumph of her surrender.

He straightened, captured her mouth once more, now grasping her hips in a firm hold. She met every stroke of his tongue eagerly, rocking into him.

Squeezing one rounded hip tight, he eased his lower body away to give him enough room to slide his free hand down to her left knee. His fingers stroked over smooth, bare skin, warm satin that quivered under his touch.

Charlie made a humming sound and sucked at his tongue, widening her stance for him. He smoothed his fingertips up the inside of her thigh, slowing the kiss now, teasing her while he grazed his fingertips over the baby-fine skin high up on her inner thigh, just inches from the material that covered her core.

When he lifted his head a minute later she stared back at him with dilated, heavy-lidded eyes. Her breaths were uneven, those lush lips parted and a little swollen. So damn tempting he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in to suck at the lower one, tenderly flick his tongue over it just as he stroked the pads of his fingers over the front of her panties.

Charlie gasped and trembled, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “More,” she whispered. “I need more.”

“You’ll get what I give you,” he said in a low voice, not even trying to hide the need for dominance that drove him.

He shouldn’t have touched her at all. Should have let her lock him out and continue on to his own apartment. He shouldn’t have kissed her and sure as hell shouldn’t have taken things this far, but he didn’t care now. It was too late for regrets, and all that mattered was making her crave what he could give her, something to last them both through the hellish hours until tomorrow’s op was done.

Something to make her come back for more when it was all over. To show her he was the one.

He positioned his feet on either side of hers and pushed inward, essentially trapping her thighs together. In their position it was a tight fit but he had just enough room to twist his wrist and slide his hand down the front of her panties to cup her mound. The instant he did his fingers met soft, slick heat.

The breath locked in his lungs.

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