Page 64 of Pulse

“I was frantic when you told me the cops had you,” she admitted, staring at his chest.

If she would only put her hands there or anywhere back on his body.

“I didn’t even put on real clothes. All I could think of was getting to you. I was so scared. And now…” She swallowed. “Now I feel like I’m losing my mind. I’m anxious and frustrated. My skin is too tight and tingling, and I feel like the only way to make it stop is to have you touch me. Everywhere. I want you to touch me everywhere, Pulse. I’ve never felt a desire this strong before, and I don’t know how to stop it. I feel so fucking needy, Pulse. How do I make it stop?”

“Shh.” Her words went straight to his head and his cock. They were a drug, sending him soaring higher than the clouds. “Baby, it’s okay. It’s okay to need someone. It’s okay to want someone.”

She disagreed with frantic shakes of her head. “No, it’s not. It’s disgusting.” She held his gaze, and the turmoil swirling in her eyes pierced his heart. “I’m not needy,” she said, smacking a hand to her chest. “I’m tough and independent. Other attorneys hate going against me because I’m ruthless, and my record is so good. I don’t rely on or need anyone.”

“Sounds lonely.”

“It’s not. It’s smart. I can give myself everything I need or want. I take care of me.” Another slap against her chest. “I do it. No one else.”

Though it wasn’t what she meant, he couldn’t stop imagining her caring for herself in a specific way. He saw her pleasuring herself with a thick dildo, making herself come until she shook. His dick hardened fast, and he had to fight to keep from grinding up against her.

Did she feel it?

Of course, she did. How could she not?

“Fine,” he said, slipping his hands around to her belly. He stroked up until he reached her tits.

Oh fuck, no bra.

She really had run out of there as fast as possible.

He filled his hands with her tits.

Talia’s eyes went wide, and she grabbed for his upper arms. “Pulse,” she said on a gasp.

“You can do it all yourself. You don’t need anyone. You don’t need this,” he said, stroking his thumbs over her puckered nipples. Her desperate whimper had him nearly coming in his pants like a teenager who’d never touched a woman. “Christ, you’re so sexy.”

Her pupils eclipsed the chocolate brown of her eyes, and her breathing sped to a pant. Two seconds of playing with her nipples, and she was already squirming on his lap.

“You can do it all yourself, but guess what? I’m here, so you don’t have to. I’ll touch you all you want. All fucking night. But I think I know what you really need.” He pushed his hips up into her, grinding against her. “I think you need a cock inside you.Mycock. Filling you up.”

“What?” She shook her head. “No, Pulse, that’s crazy. I don’t need that.”

He pinched her nipples. Her head fell back on a long moan, exposing her throat. He licked up the side of her neck. “You need it, baby. Your body is begging for it. Why are you fighting so hard?”

“I-I’m scared.”

How much strength had it taken for her to admit that to him? And what had happened to make her so afraid of letting others in? Talia kept everyone at a distance from her body and mind. She’d already let him in, which threw her for a loop. He knew the deep, overwhelming loneliness of isolating himself and someone as beautiful and vibrant as Talia didn’t deserve that soul-destroying solitude.

“It’s okay to need it,” he whispered against her ear as he tortured her nipples. “It’s okay to need me. It’s okay to want to be fucked. I know what a gift you’re giving me, and I’ll take care of you. It’s just us here. Not a soul will ever know what goes on between us. I need you just as fucking bad.”

Those last words seemed to tip her over the edge. “Please, Pulse.”

“Please, what, baby? Tell me what you need.”

She met his gaze with an openness he’d yet to see from her. “You. I-I need you. Please fuck me.”

Victory surged through him, heating his blood to near boiling. If she’d denied him, he’d have released her immediately and suffered the awkward car ride home, but it would have hurt. Not only the blue balls, but he wanted more than her pussy. What did she describe? The deep-seated need she felt for him, that’s what he wanted. He wanted this rigidly disciplined woman wild for him.

Because that’s what he felt for her.

Out of fucking control.

No matter what happened after tonight, he’d make sure this woman never regretted showing him her precious, vulnerable side.

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