Page 78 of Possession

Normally, he had to make sure everything was just so. Just his way.

The fitted sheet popped and sprang toward me, thanks to my frustrated grip.

He leaned over me. “Impatient, Ms. Copeland?”

“Get on with it. We’re going to be late.”

“As you wish.” He growled and thrust inside me.

I went onto my toes as his teasing dissolved into a relentless slam of hips against my ass. I swore he was going to rip me apart.

But I loved it. I pushed back against him and moaned as my body fisted around each inch of him. Overwhelming and intense—the way he owned my body never failed to unnerve me, even as it thrilled me.

I cried out as the orgasm hit me out of nowhere. My thighs shook and I groaned as spots floated in my vision.

He made an inhuman sound and suddenly, he was gone. Warmth spread across my lower back followed by his shuddering breath finally dented my blissed-out state.

No condom.

Sweet Jesus, I hadn’t even paid attention. I looked up at the mirror and noticed his shoulders heave in reaction. His hair had tumbled forward, and shock bloomed across his boyish face.

“Stay still, Grace.”

“It’s fine. I’m on the pill.”

Disheveled and quiet, he finally backed away and disappeared into the bathroom. He came back out with a warm washcloth and the usual Blake in place.

I rather liked when he was out of control, but I also understood how much it cost him to open up in any way.

Gently, he cleaned me up and curved a hand around my hip. The withdrawal was coming but letting him get away with it was exhausting. I straightened and turned into his chest.

His arms were like iron bars at his sides.

Nope, not today.

I slid my arms under the tails of his shirt to the skin of his back and held on until he finally relented and held me too. He pressed his cheek to the top of my head. I peered up at him. His eyes were wary, but not as shattered. The possessive gleam was actually returning. Enough that I backed up. He caught me by my elbows and lifted me onto my toes.

Heaven forbid, he would actually lean down to kiss me. Nope, he had to bring me up to him. We stared at each other as he nipped my lower lip before sweeping in for a full-on taste.

My eyes fluttered closed as I fell into the rare bit of connection. We didn’t really do well with the actual relationship portion of things.

It was either business or pleasure to the extreme with a hint of barbarian high-handedness. What did it say about me that it was the latter that usually soaked my panties?

He lowered me to my feet. “We have much to accomplish today, Ms. Copeland.”

“I’ll be ready in ten.”

“Make it eight,” he said and left me to go to the bureau to finish dressing.

I curled my fingers around the doorjamb. What was it that I’d thought about liking his high-handedness? “You don’t want to come into the shower with me?”

He glanced over his shoulder. “No, I think I’ll wear your scent on me today.”

Well, hell. That was going to be in my head the rest of the day. He was such a bastard.

Chapter 20

Grace

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