Page 44 of His Secret Obsession

He prowls towards me. My hands tremble, and my fingernails bite my skin as they dig into my palms. He leans over me again, once more caging me against the wall with his forearms while giving me that expectant look. It simultaneously makes me want to roll over to give him anything he wantsandpush his buttons.

It makes me forget I’m his brother’s ex and makes me forget that nothing will ever change that. That we can never be together. I lean forward until our lips nearly brush together, the heat of his breath tickling my skin.

“I figured if you didn’t want to fuck me, then I would find a man who does.”

Something flashes in his eyes, my words setting him off like a bomb. He yanks me into his arms, and then his lips are crashing over mine. It’s a raw, domineering kiss that steals the breathfrom my lungs. His tongue flicks at the seam of my lips in a way that demands entrance, and I obey. With every stroke of his tongue, I can taste the remnants of his control slipping. He kisses me like he needs it to survive, and it makes my heart race.

He refuses to relent. He just keeps kissing and kissing.

My fingers claw at his chest. I needmore, more, more.

I whimper into his mouth, pressing my body against his. By the time he pulls away, we’re both panting. My lips are swollen, and my head is spinning. He twines the strands of my hair through his fingers, his rough hold arching my neck back.

“Does it feel like I don’t want to fuck you?”

He cocks his head, watching my eyes flare as he grinds his erection over the heat shimmering between my thighs. His sultry, sensual laugh makes my nipples harden. “You want me to fuck you, Maddie? How many times do you think it’ll take before we get this out of our systems?” Then those firm lips are crashing into mine again, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip. When he releases me, there’s a sharp sting of nipping kisses along my jaw. My eyes flutter shut as he makes his way towards my ear. A shudder racks my entire body when his teeth nip at my earlobe.

“You’re crazy.”

I cannot fuck my ex-boyfriend’s brother, right?

“Like you said in the kitchen, Luke doesn’t have to know. He’s going to be gone for the next few months. How many times do you think I can make you come before he gets back?”

Heat pools in my belly. “We would regret it.”

What exactly is he suggesting here? A casual fling? There are so many ways this could go wrong, and it has all the makings of a disastrous ending.

“I could never regret you.” The words are a velvety purr whispered in my ear, traveling straight to my aching clit and crumbling my resolve.

“If we do this, it’s over the moment he returns. We’ll go back to normal, and you can never tell him.”

He leans back with narrowed eyes. “Don’t even pretend like you’re going to give him a second chance. Because I will fucking lose it. I will not have you in my bed and then send you back to his.”

Even as I’m shaking my head, the rumble of his raspy voice sends a surge of arousal through me, and I squeeze my thighs together. “That’s not what I meant. I may have loved him once, but…I think what was left of that love shattered when I saw him with another woman. Why would I give him a second chance when he didn’t take the first one seriously?”

He nods, his shoulders relaxing. “Good, then I agree to your terms. Am I allowed to touch you now?”

“Yes.”A thousand times, yes.

“Thank fuck.”

Another devouring kiss. This time, he presses the length of his big body against mine. Running my hands down his strong back, I moan at the feel of his warmth. His strength. His obvious need for me. He chuckles into our kiss, the sound deviant.

“Your date probably wouldn’t know what to do with you, would he?” he taunts me. My heart beats out a frantic rhythm as he leans forward. He kisses up the slope of my neck, latching onto a spot to suck. My heavy eyelids struggle to remain open, and my fingers scramble to clutch onto the soft fabric of his shirt. “But I do.”

His hands find my hips, and then he’s tugging me into the center of the room with him. He spins me, pressing my back to his front. I drag in a shaky breath when I note our position. He’s placed us directly in front of the large, rectangular mirror. His dilated pupils are nearly black as they stare at our reflection. My hair is mussed from his hands, my lips are swollen, and my eyes are wild.

“I’m going to take care of this little ache.Me. Not him.”

A breathy gasp tumbles from my lips when a hand slips under my dress to cup my pussy, giving it a squeeze. And God, itdoesache. I’m soaked, and my clit pulses with the need for release.

I’ve never felt this crazy, insaneneedbefore.

“Right now?”

His hands grasp my forearms, bringing them up to circle his neck from behind. Then he’s pulling the hem of my dress up, bunching the fabric around my waist.

There’s a hitch in my breath as I watch him through the mirror. My voice feels scratchy when I speak. “But all of those people…”

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