Page 205 of The Re-Proposal

“I hope you mean that,” Cody mumbles.

My eyebrows hike in confusion. Before I can ask what he meant, he unbuttons my jeans and carefully rolls the rest of my clothes down to my ankles.

Cool air blows against my exposed skin, but I barely feel anything because the flames in Cody’s eyes are keeping me warm. His fingers scrape my inner thigh and I buck, already on the edge of snapping apart.

Cody kneels in front of me and kisses my ankles. My thighs. He caresses me silkily, cool hands singeing my hot skin, moving upward and then back down again.

I’m all whimpers, sitting on pins and needles, hot bones and skin that burn for his touch as much as lungs crave oxygen.

His teeth graze my inner thigh.

I inhale a sharp breath, a roaring wind in my head that drives out every sound but my own heartbeat.

The air is so tense. Hot enough to scald. Dripping sweat like rain from my forehead.

I’m on the edge of insanity, wiggling to get closer to him. Willing to promise almost anything. Ready to beg like a woman possessed.

Cody’s hands roam me and his lips follow the trail until, finally, he’sthere.

The heat is instantaneous.

My body twists, writhing against him, back snapping so sharply I’m about to bang my head against the ceiling. His fingers are daggers, his tongue a sword. He’s the owner of my pleasure, and my body knows it well.

I arch my back. Cry out again and again, matching the insanely reckless pace.

Fire burns me in places I didn’t know were so sensitive, so hungry.

My toes curl.

Tears fill my eyes.

I’m spinning out. Crashing against rocks. Falling apart.

Loving every second of my own destruction.

Cody seeks out the last drop of my pleasure, torching me with scalding kisses that prove he’s bigger than time. Because I don’t feel the tick of the clock. I can’t even feel my legs. He dragged me into a place that’s somewhere beyond the finite. Punishing strokes a symbol of my surrender.

I dig my nails into his back, screaming too loudly. It bounces over the walls, rattling the desk harder than an earthquake.

Cody’s insistent, pinning me down and claiming everything inside me. My soul. My heart. My mind.

The desk feels like it’ll cave in. I’m buzzing on top. A seductive vibration that belongs only to him.

“Please,” I beg. My legs feel boneless, but I wrap them around his, arching my hips up.

He kisses me instead of giving me what I want, in full tormentor mode, his tongue stroking my bottom lip and then claiming my mouth in a torrid preview of what’s to come.

It takes all my strength to wrench my mouth away. I inhale the breath that shudders out of him, sensing his epic battle for restraint.

I stare up, chest heaving and legs shaking, eyes pleading.

More.

Finally, I hear the groan of his zipper.

Cody stretches up and curves his fingers under the back of my neck. When he kisses me, I taste more than just myself. I taste gratitude. I taste sorrow. I taste heartbreak.

He presses in. Roots himself in me. His kisses silence the way I hiss, the way I moan as I adjust to what once belonged to me and then, suddenly, didn’t anymore.

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