Page 77 of Living on the Edge

And that’s the truth.

“I thought you didn’t like me.” There’s a smirk on his handsome face.

“I don’t. But I do like when you throw me up against the wall and do naughty things to me.”

Apparently, that’s all he needs to hear because he crashes his mouth to mine, and I’m swept up.

Again.

Just like last time.

But it’s even better now because I know what to expect.

“You sure you feel up to it?” he murmurs against my mouth, a hand palming my ass.

“I’m very, very sure.”

His mouth covers mine again and this time it’s demanding, possessive, and predatory. He knows his way around my body and treats it like it belongs to him. With anyone else I might be a little affronted by that, but not with Angus. I want him to own it. To own me.

He’s frustrating. Talented. Moody. Sexy. Passionate. Tempting.

I feel so many things when we’re together, it’s hard to think.

When he touches me, I can’t even breathe.

“You on birth control, Ryleigh?” He pauses, looking at me intently.

“Yes.”

“Because I don’t have any condoms with me.”

“That’s okay.”

“You trust me?”

“I probably shouldn’t—but I do.”

Why does it turn me on that he’s going to be bare inside me?

I’ve never had unprotected sex.

Ever.

Yet I want to with Angus. I’ve got a birth control implant, so I’m not worried about pregnancy, and for some reason, I truly don’t believe he’ll give me the clap.

He tugs at my top, and I raise my arms so he can pull it over my head. My bra is simple white cotton since I didn’t foresee getting naked tonight, but the look on his face makes me feel like I’m wearing leather or lace or something.

He runs his thumbs over the tight little points my nipples have turned into.

“If you were mine, you’d always go braless,” he grunts, squeezing the soft globes as he rubs his groin against my core.

“And you’d always be commando,” I breathe, reaching down to cup his balls. I squeeze hard enough to get his attention but gentle enough to not hurt him.

“Turn around,” he rumbles, moving back to give me room to switch my position.

As soon as my back is to him, he immediately reaches for the clasp of my bra.

“We definitely won’t be needing this.” He tosses it aside and then slides his hands around front, cupping my breasts. “Perfect for my hands.” He kneads and squeezes them as he dips his head to suck on the side of my neck.

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