Page 48 of Reckless Temptation

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SABRINA

Irocked back, surprised that Nick had kissed me again.

My protest faded as he slammed his lips over mine, quieting me with that brutal and demanding touch. He wasn’t gentle or tender. This wasn’t a slow exploration. Slanting his mouth over mine and stepping toward me so he could wrap his arm around me, he ordered me to pay attention.

I was losing the fight. My resistance to him was waning. Every second that passed in his presence, I weakened more and more, unable to remember why I had to turn him down, why I had to think twice about surrendering to this inexplicable hunger for his touch.

With his lips over mine, kissing me quiet, he ordered me to heed this sizzling chemistry that never stopped between us. He forced me to acknowledge this mounting tension that had me aching and desperate.

No. I can’t.

He pulled back, breathing hard as he stared at me. Lust glittered in his dark eyes, so hooded and mysterious. Water dripped fromhis hair, dropping onto his lips as he glared at me. Tracing his lip with the tip of his tongue, he almost smiled again. As if he thought hecouldwin me over.

“No. I don’t want?—”

Again, he crushed his mouth over mine. Silencing me with a kiss was a rude thing to do, as if whatever I had to say was inferior to what he wanted. But as he brushed his lips over mine again, I fell under that drugging spell of desire.

Blood rushed through me, making my pussy achy and so sensitive. My nipples beaded under my wet shirt, tortured with the friction against his chest. Already, I was breathless, my heart racing and my head dizzy.

Closing my eyes, I almost kissed him back.

He retreated again, rearing back to stare at me as he hugged me snugly into his embrace. Flush like this, I felt all of him, every wicked, hard ridge of his muscular frame. Instead of wishing he’d listen to me and back off, I savored the sense of security that hit me.

“I don’t want—” I gasped as he dipped down again, cutting me off. Instead of slamming his mouth to mine again, he was slower, gradually lowering toward me at the same time he lifted one hand. He cupped my face, threading his fingers through my hair.

Something about that touch—still gruff and firm—was my undoing. The caress of his callused fingers over my cheek and the back of my neck seemed so delicate that I whimpered when he finally kissed me.

This time, I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t strong enough to stay stiff and stubborn and refuse to react. I didn’t want to deprive myself of his forbidden kisses.

I had no business wanting my bully.

It was wrong to cave to this desire.

But I did.

Moving my lips as I tipped my head up toward his, I kissed him back. I’d never kissed a boy. I’d never dared to lock my lips with a man’s. This was my first time spiraling with need, but I didn’t worry about whether I was doing it right, whether I was clumsy or naïve.

He growled at my response. Flexing his fingers in my hair, he tugged me against him harder as he kissed me deeper.

I moaned, clutching the front of his wet shirt. Unable to bear any distance between us, I kissed him back and tried not to drown in this lust coursing through my veins and lighting up my every nerve.

He held me to him as he parted his lips from me, leaving mine wet and swollen. Once more, he stared at me, as if daring me to contradict him.

“I don’t want…” I swallowed and furrowed my brow as I lowered my gaze to his lips. It wasn’t fair how he could use this attraction against me. How he could call me a liar. Even now, it was me who leaned in to kiss again.

He met me in the middle, kissing me with so much force and need that I lifted my arms up to drape them over his shoulders. And when he parted his lips and demanded entrance to mymouth, I gasped and reveled in the naughty pleasure of being so bad with my enemy.

Walking me further into the room, he practically carried me through the living room space. I hadn’t paid attention to where he was guiding me out of the storm. It seemed to be a semi-outdoor entertainment space, with couches and chairs. I didn’t care where we were. I just needed this moment with him.

I clung to him, making out with him while my arousal grew and grew. Without a care where he moved, he backed me up until I knocked against a table. Startled at the impact, I looked down and saw the selfie ring light wobbling on the surface.

He pinned me to the piece of furniture, and with my gaze down at what we’d hit, he gripped my chin and made me face him again.

God, the lust on his face. I was the one making him look wild like this. It was my doing, changing him into this desperate beast.

No.

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