Page 11 of Intrigued By Love

Instead of voicing my questions, I set a hand on his chest and pushed, but the man wouldn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them above my head.

A shiver shot down my spine and straight to my clit.

He loomed over me. The heat of his body, so close to mine, added fuel to the fire of need he seemed to bring forth without trying.

“You don’t believe me?”

“It doesn’t matter. It was over two years ago.” I made my best attempt to sound disinterested, knowing good and well I was failing. “We both moved on.”

His hold only tightened for a fraction of a second before loosening.

“Is that right?” Holding my gaze, he asked, “How would you know if I moved on or not? You left without looking back.”

I couldn’t tell him that I kept tabs on him. To see if he was seeing someone else or if he found someone who fit into the world he was born into.

“Leaving was the only choice I had.”

“Did you ever think that I deserved to know the reason you walked out the door?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past.”

“Past? I think not.” He leaned in, grazing his jaw along the column of my neck and causing goose bumps to pebble my skin. “I know every nuance of your body, and the way you’re reacting to me right now says there is no past to us.”

I bit the inside of my mouth in hopes the pain would help me focus and find a way to get him out of my villa, instead of how incredible he smelled, with hints of the sea, sunshine, and cedarwood.

“It’s physical. You’re an attractive man.”

“So, any man would do to scratch an itch?” His erection pressed along the V of my thighs. “Tell me, how many men have stroked your body, tasted your skin, or lost themselves between your legs?”

His nearness was frazzling my circuits.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Did they know how you like the sting of a bite to your shoulder?” I couldn’t help but moan when he nipped the juncture between my neck and shoulder.

My pussy flooded with desire, soaking my underwear.

He shifted my hands from above my head and wrapped my palms around the iron railing on either side of the pillar behind my back. “Do they know how wet you get knowing your man is going to make you lose complete control by forcing you to restrain yourself?”

My fingers flexed around the metal as my pulse jumped into hyperdrive. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t let him make me remember.

It had been so long since I’d felt this type of apprehension and desire.

He shifted his hands to just under the swell of my bare T-shirt-covered breasts, causing them to swell and my nipples to pucker tight. Then he slid lower, down the sides of my abdomen, over my hips, and around the curve of my ass. “Did your other men know the kind of sexual experiences you crave?”

He lowered to his knees, and while holding my gaze, he traced a line from my ankles to under my skirt, until he reached my thong. Gripping the sides, he snapped the material with his fingers and let it fall to the floor.

“This isn’t a good idea.” My protest sounded halfhearted even to me.

He lifted a brow. “Then I guess you better say two specific words.”

Little Bird.

His pet name for me had been a term of endearment when he’d used it, and I’d chosen it as my safeword when we’d started exploring the harder edge of the pain I liked to skate.

“Jax, please. This is only going to complicate things.”

His breath gusted over my skirt-covered pussy, and I had to resist the urge to rub my pelvis against his mouth.

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