Page 27 of Unlawful Seduction

Every sound we made was animalistic, the air in the small hallway dense. Beads of perspiration were already dancing along the back of my neck as I tried to kick off my shoes, finally succeeding on the third try.

Laughing nervously, I managed to pull his shirt off without doing physical damage. He huffed and locked eyes with mine before cupping both sides of my face. I wasn’t expecting him to bite down on my lower lip before dragging his tongue around my mouth and down the side of my neck.

A coppery taste filled my mouth and I grinned from how powerful he was. When I was standing in only a thong and my bra, he pulled back enough to drop his gaze all the way to my feet.

“Fucking incredible.” His whisper was full of a deep growl.

With only a couple of lights on, I couldn’t bask in the glory of his chest. Instead, I brushed my fingertips up from his stomach, feeling every muscle, every dip and crease. He allowed me the sweet pleasure, but only for less than a minute before cupping my breasts.

His chest rose and fell just like before and his entire expression was lit up like a firecracker as he flicked his thumbs back and forth across my already taut nipples.

Another moan escaped my lips, the rush of pleasure simply irresistible. I continued my exploration, noticing the cords in his neck were thick and pulsing. He was still in his jeans, although somewhere along the way he’d yanked off his boots.

When he lowered his head, pressing his face between my breasts, I threw back my head, still half laughing. I was more nervous around him than I’d ever been with a man. It was crazyto think so. Stars shot across my field of vision the moment he pinched and twisted my hardened buds between his fingers.

After issuing another heated growl, he ripped one side of my lacy bra then the other, fully exposing my nipples. As soon as he wrapped his lips around one, I folded both arms around his head, panting since I couldn’t catch my breath.

He alternated between sucking and biting, the combination almost as exciting as the man. I allowed myself to float away, not thinking about responsibilities or the fact he was a stranger. I just allowed myself to exist for the first time in several years.

And it was the one thing I’d needed more than anything.

Joy sparked even more desire, my mind spinning with all the raunchy things he might do to me.

And I’d allow him.

I threw one arm over my head the minute he shoved me against the wall, the hard thud awakening something spectacular deep within me. I gripped his shoulder with the other hand as he shifted back and forth from one hardened bud to another until they were overly sensitive.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I lolled my head to the side, blinking several times to try to focus. But who cared?

Beckett eased his arms around my back, deftly unfastening my bra. As he tugged the material from my shoulders, tenderly pulling the straps down both arms, I finally found the energy to open my eyes. He was so concentrated in everything he was doing. His expression was so different, his features appearing more chiseled than before. I knew it wasn’t possible, yet he appeared the perfect fantasy man.

With an evil grin on his face, he held my bra out to the side as if having taken a hostage. I reached out, every muscle in my body tingling almost to the uncontrollable point. When I grasped his belt buckle, he chuckled.

“You’re hungry,” he said and I wasn’t entirely certain if he was asking me a question.

“Aren’t you?” God, I was nervous.

“Yes.”

I lifted my gaze as I fought with the thick and very stiff leather, trying to toss some magic its way so the strap would cooperate with me. “Me too. I don’t know why. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Not much in life does, Doc. Don’t overanalyze it.”

Wise words from a wise man.

I finally yanked the belt free, yanking down his zipper. He grabbed both wrists as soon as I did, shaking his head and dramatically planting one arm over my head against the wall then the other.

With a slight shake of his head, he backed away, finishing undressing.

This was one time I wished I had a flood of lights on overhead, the illumination allowing me to enjoy every inch of his muscular body. He was truly a picture-perfect concept of God’s gift to women.

Yes, the man was glorious, the ideal concept of masculinity. Every inch of him was so well defined, his edges seemed chiseled straight from stone.

Swooning over any dude had never been my style, but as I allowed my eyes to slide down his sculpted legs, I found myself panting with delicious anticipation. Once he was devoid of clothes, he crowded my space and I wanted nothing more than to knead his chest muscles with my fingers.

When I dared try, he tipped his head, lifting a single eyebrow in admonishment. “Hands over your head.”

My actions were as exaggerated as his had been earlier, including thudding the backs of my hands against the wall.

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