Page 9 of Knocked Up

This is pure, real, animalistic attraction and I don’t know how to turn it off… even if I wanted to.

Cyrus scrubs his hand over his beard and glances down at me with a smile that makes me want to tear off his shirt and beg him to bend me over.What is it about being controlled by a great big man that’s so hot?Maybe it’s that he makes me feel small. Maybe his massive exterior makes me feel safe. Maybe it’s my DNA convincing me to fall for the biggest caveman.

I’ve never felt anything like this.Whatever it is, I’m addicted.

“You’re what?” He pushes back a strand of my hair, scraping the rough tips of his fingers against my face.

My God. Of course, his hands would have to be rough. Of course he’d have big, calloused, reliable hands.

I wet my lips and squeeze my thighs together as I try to ignore every signal my body is giving me. I can’t want this man. I can’t touch this man. No way, no how.

“I’m,” I clear my throat, “I don’t know.”

His hand rests under my chin and he redirects my gaze toward him. “I think you know,”

“I don’t.” I most certainly do. I know what I want to say, but there’s no way in hell I can say it out loud.

“So, you’re not looking at me like you want me to tear all your clothes off,” he drags his thick hand down over my neck and onto my shoulders, “because I’m getting the feeling you do.”

“What? What makes you think that?” I dodge the heat of his gaze, thinking through what possible repercussions could arise from telling him I’m interested.

Nothing comes to mind.

I’m too focused on his strong, inked up hands, and the way his biceps flex as he moves. Every cell in my body is trying to fight off the urge to climb him.

“Am I wrong?” I swear his voice drops another octave as he says, “You can tell me if I am. I didn’t come over thinking this was a thing. I came to paint.”

“Right. Paint.”

“But… I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about you.”

He stares at me, his muscular shoulders rising and falling quickly.

“I’m really horny right now. It’s bad. It’s like I’m a teenager again, but ten times worse.”

He smiles this gorgeously wide grin and every nerve in my body tingles. “So, it’s not me then? It’s the hormones?”

“No, I mean… yes. I mean, it’s the hormones, but you’re hot as hell. I… I’d want to fuck you even if the hormones weren’t a thing, but I’d probably be less obvious about it. We’re not doing this forever. It’s just tonight. I mean, no one even has to know. In fact, I’d prefer no one knows. I mean, maybe we shouldn’t even do this. I—”

He wraps his giant hand like a cuff around the back of my neck. “You want to keep me a secret?”

“Is that insulting?” I’m practically salivating.

“A little, but I’ll abide by whatever rules you request. Just tell me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“How rough can I be?”

Oh shit!

I wet my lips as a wave of heat races down my spine. At sixty-eight thousand months pregnant, I’m not sure how rough he can actually be. Then again, I’m desperate to know how rough hecanbe.

“Why don’t you show me what you got, and I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

He nods slowly, backing me up against the cabin wall before landing his lips against mine as I moan and whimper against his touch. The kiss is soft at first, then stronger, as though he’s setting the pace for what’s about to happen.

Tongues tangling, I drag my hand down his solid chest toward his thick, bulging cock.

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