Page 76 of Caught Stealing

My name is a plea on his lips. For concession. For reprieve.

And it’s then I realize I’ll never be strong enough to withstand him.

So I stop trying…and I crush my mouth to his.

It’s far from the first time we’ve kissed, and it still isn’t even close to guilt-free, but it creates a sense of peace I’ve been craving regardless. The fury and passion in every press of his lips and sweep of his tongue work together to set my every atom and cell ablaze.

It fills me with a need like I’ve never felt. A desire so potent, I doubt I’ll ever be satiated.

Holden shoves me back against the wall, his tongue seeking entrance as our hands search for skin-on-skin contact. His tongue slips past the seam of my lips while I roll my hips against his, eliciting an animalistic moan from him that I swallow down like a man starved.

I’m going to Hell for this.

But fuck, the road to Hell has never tasted so sweet.

Twenty-Two

Holden

Phoenix pinned against the wall, his hard body rocking and arching into mine as he seeks out my touch, has to be the foundation of all my recent fantasies finally coming to life. His soft moans against my lips being swallowed down, my touch creating a feral need he can no longer fight. It’s everything I’ve been craving since that night in Florida.

Even my wildest imagination couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing, though.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” he pants into my mouth. “We shouldn’t do this at all.”

I agree with him about the first point—there’s a good chance someone could walk in this room at any time only to get an eyeful of two guys going at each other like animals in heat.

But the second point, we’ll have to agree to disagree.

I just wish he’d stop fighting this.

“If this is wrong, then why does it feel so fucking right?” I ask, my hands slipping under his shirt. Hard, smooth skin waits for me beneath the hem, and my fingers dance across the bumps and ridges of his abs before grabbing the waistband of his jeans.

His breaths are harsh against my lips as he mutters, “Being that your morals and loyalty are questionable at best.”

“Loose morals make for good stories,” I remind him, my mouth moving to his throat to bite and suck at the skin there. “But contrary to what you might think of me, I’m as loyal as they come.”

He shakes his head, and I’m not sure if it’s in disagreement with what I said or something else. But he clearly has no intention of voicing the reasoning, because he just claws at my jeans some more and murmurs against my lips.

“Would you just stop talking and take your clothes off before I change my mind?”

“We both know changing your mind is out of the question, Nix,” I murmur, licking at the seam of his lips. “We’re both in far too deep for that.”

The flare in his eyes as he pulls back to look at me reveals he knows it’s the truth. This thing between us might not be what we expected. Hell, it might not even be what we wanted to happen, either. But there’s no way we can stop it now.

His teeth sink into his lower lip before whispering, “Then strip.”

I shake my head before resting it against his. “Absolutely not.”

“Are you kidding—”

I cut him off with a kiss, hoping it’s enough to rein in the ire. Or better yet, for him to channel it into me. Thankfully it works, his lips melting into mine as our tongues flick and roll against each other in slow, tantalizing perfection.

“I’m not kidding,” I murmur into his mouth when I break away. “As much as I want you to fuck me here and now, I’d really like to prevent someone from hearing us and walking in.”

“I don’t care about getting caught,” he pants, hips rocking forward into mine.

A soft laugh leaves me as my mouth trails over his jaw all the way to his ear. “And here I thought you said youweren’tan exhibitionist.”

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