Page 46 of Captain's Claim

My body presses into the doorframe, arms braced above her head, boxing her in. Her breath hitches, pupils blowing wide, but she doesn’t move back.

She’s waiting for the next move.

And I’m fuckingdonewaiting.

"Tell me to stop," I command, voice rough, barely controlled.

Sophia’s lashes flutter, her pupils blown wide. "What if I don’t?"

A growl rumbles in my chest as I grab the knot of her robe and tug it loose. She falls inside the door and kicks the door closed behind me.

My hands are on her hips before I can stop myself, gripping soft curves, dragging her forward into the room behind her. She gasps, one palm flattening against my chest, but she doesn’t push me away.

Instead, her fingers curl slightly, her breath catching as I tug her even closer.

“You think this is funny?” My voice is rough, my control slipping. “Me coming here like an idiot, groveling to you?”

She swallows hard, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. “Maybe a little.”

I cup her jaw andkiss her. It's hard, desperate, nothing soft or sweet about it.

Her lips part, and my tongue sweeps against hers. It's ridiculous. Deep and filthy as my free hand slides inside the open robe, my itching palm finding smooth, hot skin.

I groan against her mouth.

"Fucking hell, you're soft."

Her fingers tighten in my hoodie, gripping, pulling, like sheneedsme closer. Her robe slips further down, exposing a bare shoulder, more of her delicious looking thigh and the edge of black lace panties that hug her curvy hips.

I break away just long enough to drag my mouth down her throat, nipping and tasting her every inch. She tilts her head back with a breathless whimper, her body finally melting against mine.

“You’ve been driving me crazy." My lips trail lower, hands gripping her hips like I can’t stand the thought of letting her go. “Ever since you kissed me at that damn festival.”

She shudders as I bite down on her neck. “I—”

I slide my hand between her thighs, findingheat. Lace.Wetlace.

My entire body locks up.

Sophia gasps, clutching my shoulders, her nails biting through my hoodie.Fuck. My cock throbs so hard I swear I’m going to snap.

“You’re soaked for me,” I growl against her throat, pressing my palm against her panties, feeling the slick heat of her arousal. “You want this, huh? You want me, sweetheart?”

She whimpers, hips twitching against my palm. “Yes.”

I grin, dark and dangerous. "You should never have let me in."

Leaving the gasp untouched on her lips, I fall to my knees and dive beneath the part in the middle of the robe.

I press a kiss just above her navel, feeling the way her abs clench under my mouth, the way her thighs tremble as I spread them wider. My fingers find the edges of her panties, threatening to tug them away, giving me exactly what I want.

"Blake," she gasps, her breath uneven, her hands gripping my shoulders like she doesn’t know whether to pull me closer or push me away.

But she doesn’t push me away.

She never fucking will.

Because she wants this as badly as I do.

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