Page 90 of Pulse

He nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

Pulse didn’t respond. His steps lengthened, and in two seconds, he stood directly before her. The now-familiar scent of his fresh cologne had her inhaling like it was the last breath she’d ever take.

He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in until their lips nearly touched.

And just like that, she was wet and trembling. What came next would feel so good. It did every time—his hands on her, his mouth on her, his cock inside her. She wanted to shove him back and demand he strip so she could have her way with him, but she also wanted to see where he would take this. To let him take the lead and take control of her body, something she’d never wanted and vowed she’d never give to a man.

But she trusted him completely. It was the scariest and most exhilarating realization.

“Pulse,” she said, brushing their lips in the barest kiss.

“All I could think about was getting back to you,” he whispered. “I cared more about that than the fucking vote.”

Her knees weakened, and she grabbed his cut for support. This man would be her undoing.

“You gonna let me have you?”

God, the fact that he asked. He had her at his mercy, a quivering mess of need he could take advantage of, but he’d never. He asked because he knew her and what mattered.

“You gonna let me inside this beautiful body? In the one place where everything makes sense. The one place I know I belong, and I never want to fucking leave because it’s as close to fucking heaven as I’ll ever get.”

“Pulse, please.”

She could feel his smile against her lips. “Yes?”

“Yes. So much, yes. All the yes.”

Their lips met in a slow, deep, soul-changing kiss she lost control of straightaway. Pulse held her where he wanted her and helped himself to her mouth as though it was custom-designed for him. And she supposed it was. No man had ever kissed her so thoroughly, and she couldn’t imagine letting another try in the future.

He swept his tongue into her mouth, gliding it along hers. She chased him when it retreated, only to be rewarded with another taste of him. He kissed her until she clenched his sides so hard she risked puncturing his cut with her nails. He curled his hand in her hair, which gave him complete control of where she went. One light tug had her chin tilting up. He took full advantage of her exposed neck, attacking the soft skin with nips and brutal kisses.

“You taste like champagne,” he whispered when he reached her ear.

“Uh… oh God…”

He sucked her earlobe.

“The girls…”

“That was nice of them.”

“Uh-huh.”

What was he talking about?

He sucked the side of her neck beneath her jawline with enough sting to leave a mark.

Talia moaned and squirmed. Her panties were soaked, and she ached with an emptiness that couldn’t be ignored much longer. Pulse must have sensed her desperation. He kicked her legs apart with one booted foot and stepped forward, pressing his thigh between hers. Talia needed no instruction as to what to do next. She ground her pussy against his denim-covered leg, brazen in her quest for relief.

Pulse worked his hands under her T-shirt. As soon as he found skin, she sighed in relief.

“You like my hands on you?” he asked as he stroked up and down her back with those warm, roughened fingers.

“I love when you touch me.”

“Yeah?” He pushed her wireless bra up, releasing her breasts. “That’s good because I can’t seem to keep them off you.” He brushed his thumbs back and forth over her nipples. She arched into him with a soft moan.

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