Page 35 of Lethal Game

“Why not?”

He stared at her, unable to think of one reason.

“If you’re worried about me becoming attached to you, like a girlfriend, don’t worry. I know this is just for now. No strings. Isn’t that what people say?”

“Nostrings?” He couldn’t believe it. He ran his hands over his face. He couldn’t fucking believe it.

“Just listen to me, please.” She closed her eyes for a moment, then looked at him with a determined expression on her face.

He’d seen that expression on her face. It meant she wasn’t going to back down.

“I’ve always been too sick, young, or busy to even imagine becoming intimate with someone. But you...” She paused, obviously searching for words. “You wouldn’t laugh at me if I say or do the wrong thing. You don’t treat me like I’m so fragile you can’t touch me, and I know you won’t act like you’ve done me a favor afterward.”

She smiled and glanced at his crotch. “I’m not an idiot. I saw your erection earlier. I think you want me too.”

“You have no idea what I want.” For a moment he wanted nothing more than to show her. Kiss her and pet her until she was drunk, then strip her bare and show her that sex wasn’t rational. It was hot, messy, and uncontrolled.

The angry, wounded part of him wanted to take what she was offering, wanted to drown himself in her in the worst way.

He’d feel something other than guilt and despair.

“You’re right, I don’t know.” She threw up her hands. “But I’d really, really like to find out.” She huffed. “I’ve never felt this way about any man before. I’m so, so...”

“Horny?”

“Yes,” she barked at him, frustration a visible thing in her clenched fists and teeth.

He snatched her close and kissed her. He couldn’t stop himself.

She melted against him and moaned, and her immediate surrender gave him back a measure of control. He gentled his grip and his kiss.

“No” she muttered after a moment, pulling back to look at him. “I want everything. No holding back.”

His lips were on hers again and she let him in with a needy sigh. He eased her closer, one hand behind her head, the other on the small of her back, and tried to keep things gentle.

Her arms encircled him, her hands pressing against him, and she raised herself on tiptoe to kiss him harder.

She might not know what she was doing, but her eagerness was contagious.

One of her hands slid down his back. A second later, she was cupping his cock through his pants.

Oh, holy fuck.He pushed her up against the wall, trapping her there with the weight of his body. Her curves pressed against him, and the tits he’d admired felt fucking awesome against his chest. He wanted them in his hands and under his tongue.

Her lips parted under his assault and his tongue fucked her mouth, while one hand slid down to learn the perfect curve of her ass and the other cupped one of those gorgeous breasts.

She moaned and clutched him tighter, following his lead, tangling her tongue with his. Her hands were busy everywhere, stroking his shoulders, chest, and cock. She couldn’t seem to stop stroking his fucking cock.

She lit him up with raw electricity. Her untutored touches and moans robbed him of all his civilized veneer. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this scorching hot for any woman ever. He groaned and dropped all pretense of restraint, taking her mouth the way he wanted to take her body. Her under him in a full-on, no-holds-barred possession.

She followed his lead without hesitation, adding fuel to his fire.She wanted him as much as he wanted her.He slid his hand up her body to cup her other breast. And her response was to try to climb his body. She got as far as riding his thigh, then couldn’t seem to make herself move any further.

Hot damn, shelikedthat.

When he caught her nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching and rolling it through her clothes, she pulled her head away.

She stared at him, not hiding her lust or frustration in any way, her chest heaving with breaths that couldn’t seem to find enough air. “I want...”

“What?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over her nipple again.

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