Page 17 of Viral Justice

She might as well have stuck his finger in a light socket. The sensation of her lips wrecked any hope of keeping his attraction to himself. He pulled her close, the soft warmth of her pajama-clad body a pleasure he couldn’t resist.

Damn it, he needed to resist. They couldn’t do this. He didn’t want to lose the respect and friendship he was slowly developing with her.

There had to be fifty reasons why this was a lousy idea.

She pulled back. “Stop thinking so hard.” She kissed him again.

Shit.

He pulled away. “This is not a good idea.” If she’d stop touching him he might be able to think of a reason why.

One of her hands landed on his knee and trailed an invisible path from mid-thigh up to the edge of his briefs.

There was no missing his erection. His underwear barely contained it.

She stared at it, then looked at him through her lashes and said, “I disagree.”

He nearly came right then and there. “It would be completely inappropriate for us to...” He was terrified that if he named what he wanted to do with her he’d lose control again and start something they’d both regret.

He wanted no regrets between them.

If only she’d stop drawing little circles on his thigh. It was driving him crazy.

“Have sex?”

He met her gaze. “Yes.”

She leaned a little closer. “I’ve been hot for you for a long time, Max, and I think we both might need this.”

We?Why would she need him? “What about—”

She kissed him again. It was a quick slide of her lips across his, but he was already addicted to her taste. He wanted more. A lot more.

He took her shoulders in a firm grip and pulled away. “It’s been more than two years. I don’t think I can do slow or gentle.”

She grinned. “I don’t want slow or gentle. I want the ferocious man who didn’t hesitate to tackle me and take me to the floor.”

Heaven help him, he wanted that too.

Tomorrow was going to be a bitch.

Fuck it.

He yanked her close and kissed her hard, his tongue in her mouth, the softness of her lips under his.

She shifted, stood, then straddled him without breaking contact. Her heated skin scalded him as she wiggled closer until his cock was trapped between them, then rocked her hips.

Holy fuck, he was going to come in his shorts if she kept it up.

“Lift up your top. Show me your breasts,” he ordered.

She stared at him, her breathing becoming choppier as she complied.

Her breasts were the perfect handful. He nuzzled the sensitive skin below one nipple then took it between his teeth and nipped her.

She gasped, shuddered and held his head to her.

Ali liked it a little rough.Yes.

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