Page 64 of Unlawful Seduction

As he brushed his fingertips down my arms, moving ever so slowly, I was forced to take shallow breaths. Goosebumps had already popped along every inch of naked skin, the moisture between my legs increasing. He allowed his gaze to trail just past the actions his fingers were taking, cocking his head as if studying me intensely.

The man was more than just mesmerizing. He was enigmatic, drawing me into a heightened level of darkness. I shouldn’t crave him, but so much of me wanted to let go.

He knew that of course. He’d captured that in me the moment on the lonely side of an icy road. I’d seen it in his eyes then just as I did right now.

The man was hiding a secret, not only surrounding his appearance, but regarding his entire life.

And I knew in my heart that he was playing a vicious game, this moment nothing more than a test of my resolve. I refused to fail at anything I did, which was what had made quitting my job so gut-wrenching. He’d already known that before requiring me to testify to my fears. I was able to control my breathing, but not the continuous quivers dancing from the tips of my fingers to my toes. He knew that. He’d anticipated exactly the way my bodywould betray me, hungering to the point I was willing to push aside all thoughts of sanity. Damn him.

After murmuring under his breath words that I couldn’t understand, he gingerly raked his fingers along both my sides, barely brushing against my breasts. Every seductive action he took was just his method of foreplay, further igniting the fire I’d already seen in his eyes. He pulled me even closer, sliding his hands to my breasts as he stood slowly. He towered over me by several inches, making me feel tiny.

“Passion is about letting go of everything tangible around you, opening yourself up to new experiences. Do you enjoy trying something different from time to time, Mallory?”

“Sometimes.”

When he flicked his fingers back and forth across my aching nipples, I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning.

His upper lip curled, his eyes narrowing. “It’s not about making love, Doc. It’s about hard fucking, the kind of rough sex that leaves you wet and sweaty, filthy from head to toe. It’s about every muscle in your body aching from the time spent engaging in a carnal activity. And it’s about pain as well as pleasure, taking you to the very moment when you reach pure ecstasy. Have you ever reached ecstasy, the hard and sweaty kind that left you in awe for days?”

I swallowed hard, shaking my head, no longer able to put a coherent sentence together. A laugh bubbled to the surface soon afterward. Was he kidding me right now? “You can’t understand me.”

“Are you certain about that?”

At this point, I couldn’t be certain of anything, but I just didn’t want to think any longer. I wanted to feel, to burst with excitement from a man’s touch.

“No man has ever made you orgasm before our time together, have they?”

A rush of embarrassment flowed through me like a blast of heat, staining my cheeks. I knew it would be useless to lie to him. “Once.” What Beckett had offered was more than sweet release. It was a taste of the past without the strings of the future.

“Once is never enough, or at least it shouldn’t be. Then it will be a sheer joy to bring you to the very edge of nirvana.”

As he rolled the tips of his fingers around my hardened buds, I realized I was arching my back, clinging to his silky white shirt. He was so handsome and muscular, the two-day stubble covering his jaw only adding to his sex appeal. I felt as if I’d been pulled into a vacuum, unable to catch my breath.

“However, as I mentioned,” he half whispered then pinched both my nipples savagely, pain immediately shooting down the length of my arms.

“Oh. Oh…” I gripped his arms, digging my nails in, blinking several times. Holy crap, it hurt like hell, but the heat between my legs was building, my inner thighs slickened from the previous orgasms.

“Only by experiencing the joys of agony can you reach true ecstasy. Passion. That’s what it involves, Doc. Is that something you choose to have in your life?”

I knew exactly what he was doing, seducing me, but was that such an issue? I was a grown woman, for God’s sake, and while Ihadn’t achieved passion, the admittance difficult to take, I’d had sex before. I’d had two boyfriends prior to believing Damen was the one. I’d pretended I’d enjoyed their company, laughing at their jokes and trying to find the right excuses to keep the dates limited. I’d called myself a failure at love, but my friends had reminded me dozens of times that the moment I found the right man, my entire being would change.

As if I should be allowed to find one a second time. There was only a single chance to find Mr. Right and fate had been ugly and unkind. I glanced over his shoulder, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe.

“It’s just us here, Doc. No one is going to break through the barriers.”

There was a sudden shift deep inside me, a need unlike anything I’d felt or had ever wanted to feel. I’d been looking at anything and everything but him. Now I locked eyes as we’d done in jest and anger before, nodding as if giving permission.

Not that he needed it. We’d already become entangled in another, more caustic wave of fate. Whatever she had in store for us was out of our control.

So I did what I’d set out to do.

I let go.

He lifted me off my feet, driving the entire length of his cock inside. I threw one arm over my head, slapping the door while I gripped his shoulder with the other, panting as if I couldn’t catch my breath. The truth was that the feeling of my muscles stretching, taking every inch of him was incredible. How could anything so bad for me feel so damn good?

I was suddenly a crazed woman, wrapping my legs around his hips, bucking against him as he pulled out. When he plunged into me again, he drove both of us against the door. The entire doorframe made a sound.

Jax woofed.

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