Page 77 of Unlawful Seduction

I headed into my bedroom and immediately noticed my bathroom door was closed. My entire body tensed as I walked closer, finally able to tell the light was on inside. It would seem her bravery had failed.

With a wide grin on my face, I slowly opened the door, doing what I could to keep from making any noise. Steam was rising, the mirror blanketed by it. I placed the gun on the back of the bathroom counter, my thoughts quickly drifting to various filthy things, deeds that would be considered a sin in polite company.

As I closed the door, my hunger increased, enough so my cock pressed hard against my sweatpants. I wasted little time removing my clothing, advancing with only one thing in mind. Enjoying every inch of her.

I stood in front of the mirror and pulled off the bandage. The wound appeared to be healing nicely, no seepage. The typical scabs were doing what they were supposed to do. I used the clean side to wipe the mirror, able to take a better look at it in the reflection. I was a lucky man in several ways, including by finding someone as talented and beautiful as Mallory. I tossed the bandage in the trash, thinking about what I was about to do.

Touching her again should be forbidden. Logic told me that.

But I found it impossible to stay away from her.

The moment I opened the shower door, she gasped and I could tell she’d managed to muffle a scream. She raked her hands through her hair as she controlled her breathing, finally allowing me to know just how interested she was by dragging her tongue across her lips.

The shower was huge, both showerheads going. There was something almost magical about the way water was cascading across her voluptuous body. I inched closer.

She raked her gaze down the length of me, slowly returning it to my eyes. I could swear her pupils were dilated, her breath skipping. Then her lust-filled eyes turned their attention to my wound. Using gentle fingers, she rubbed the area, barely touching as she examined it.

“I’m fine,” I told her, taking her hand into mine and kissing her fingers.

“You’re lucky.”

“The healing process has nothing to do with luck. You know that.”

As she pulled her hand free, she bit her lower lip.

My hunger was increasing, my cock standing at full attention. I refused to rush, using a single finger, sliding the tip across her forehead then down the bridge of her nose. Her breathing remained scattered as I trailed my finger down one side of her face then the other, moving ever so slowly to her neck. A single purr slipped past her voluptuous lips as she tipped her head, allowing me to enjoy her long neck and strong shoulders.

Just the sight of her naked body was enough to drive me to another stratosphere. She was so beautiful, her hourglass figure making my mouth water. Every small whimper she issued sparked the famished beast inside of me. I enjoyed exploring her body with my fingers, brushing them lightly across her skin. As I swirled a fingertip around first one nipple then the other, she blinked several times, her body finally pitching forward until she was forced to cling to me.

“Don’t worry, Doc. You know I’ll catch you. If you fall, I’ll be there. If you’re hurt, I’ll stay by your side. If you’re in danger, you’ll be protected. That much I promise you.”

“Be careful, Beckett. I might hold you to that.” Her voice held a tone of angst, more so than before.

“You can.”

“I don’t want to wish for anything.”

Her admittance almost gutted me.

Everything about her aroused me to the point I couldn’t hold back any longer. I yanked her against me, wrapping my hand around her hair at the scalp. As I lowered my head, breathing across her face, her eyelids remained half closed. “Do you know what I want to do to you?”

“Keep me? Chain me? Punish me?”

There was something startling about her frank words, almost as if they were an admittance of what she truly desired.

“Yes.”

As I tilted her head even more, lowering mine, she pressed her fingertips against my muscles. She wasn’t fighting me, justcreating another searing wave of heat. I rubbed my lips across hers, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth. She rose onto her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around me. When she darted her tongue just inside, I issued several low-slung growls. The woman knew how to turn me on, keeping my cock at full attention.

I pulled her off the floor onto her toes, grinding my hips back and forth as I captured her mouth. As I thrust my tongue inside, she wiggled against me. The combustion between us intensified, dragging my filthy mind to an entirely different level. When the kiss became more passionate, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I lost control. I hungered to the point I had trouble focusing, wanting nothing more than to plunge my cock deep inside.

She mewed in my hold, running her fingers down the length of my chest, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock. As she stroked me, moving up and down slowly, I couldn’t keep another series of growls from erupting from deep within my core. The sound reverberated between us, adding to the burst of electricity we shared.

She created a wave of friction, my balls tightening. Fuck, I wanted her even more than before. As I explored the dark recesses of her mouth, I realized just how much I needed her. Every inch. Every breath.

The moment I couldn’t take it any longer, breaking the kiss, she nipped my lower lip, exaggerating her sucking sounds. I reared back, my chest heaving. Then I pitched her against the back of the shower, advancing quickly.

Her smile was full of mischief, and she pushed her palms against my chest, laughing in such a way the sound echoed. Steam rolled over us, the heat becoming oppressive, but it was nothing like the scorching feel of her touch.

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