Page 96 of Last Shot

She clamped a hand over her mouth, half the dress cascading from her grip. She tasted blood as she bit down against the liquid flames coursing through her at every stroke of his tongue. Nails digging into his hair, she shuddered as he moaned into her, hungry for more, like he’d never be satisfied. Her own body unable to control the way it sparked at every nip, every taste ...

Fuck.

She was going to come and she hadn’t even felt all of him. Her body ruptured, spears of light shattering her pieces ... ‘Not yet, Grey ...’

He gripped her hips again, spinning her roughly so her front was against the wall. His jaw grazed the back of her neck, his breath tickling her, his lips barely skimming her neck. She could smell herself on him. Something primal inside her roared.

‘You said you imagined this was how I fucked.’ She felt the pressure of him against her arse and she arched back into him as he said, ‘Is this what you want?’

‘I’m not going to beg again,’ she said but the wanting in her voice was too strong. She couldn’t put up any more walls between them.

‘But I like it when you beg.’ He pushed her legs apart; the dress didn’t need much more convincing to hike up her arse. ‘Makes it seem like you don’t hate me.’

‘I can still hate you and want you to bend me over and fuck me.’

I don’t think I hate you. I don’t think I hate you at all. I think I ...

She felt him smirk into her shoulder as his hands worked up her front – over the curve of her stomach to the dress’s neckline. Her breasts fell into his palms, and the sound he made as his rough thumbs grazed her nipples was enough to send her over the edge.

Not yet. If this was all she’d have of Greyson Hawke – up against a mud room wall – she wanted to prolong it as long as possible.

‘Christ, Maxella! You have no idea what you do to me.’

She had some idea. She curved her back, the hardness of him between her cheeks, and twisted to meet his mouth with hers as he ground her into the wall. ‘Show me then.’ She tried to turn to help him with his belt but he pushed her forward, her fists against the wall.

‘You might be too short for this, Conrad.’ The clink of a belt buckle. A zipper growled.

‘I’mnot.’

‘Always has to be an argument, doesn’t it?’ His pants were off – she could feel him completely now against her cheeks, the tip of him wet.

‘Hurryup!’

‘You might need to stand on a box ...’

‘I thought you were good at following orders?’

‘Is that what this is, Conrad?’ he whispered, his cock pressing against a part of her she didn’t even know could be turned on. ‘Is this an order?’

She rose to her tiptoes, biting her lip to stop the whimper escaping. ‘Yes, it’s a goddamnorder!’

His hands left her. Her stomach plummeted but then she heard a tiny tear of foil and the snap of the condom. Everything burned where he wasn’t touching her. Would her skin ever be able to bear the absence of him? She looked back at him, maybe just to convince herself it really was him or that she wasn’t just masturbating in the dark. Fuck – he really was so much taller than her.

And large. In every sense.

He must have clocked the doubt in her face. His fingers stroked her, thumb rolling her clit. Her legs shook, everything trembled. ‘I’ll find a way to make it work – I’ve been imagining this since we first met, so I’ve had a lot of practice.’

‘Shutup, Greyson.’ She pressed back into him, grinding up and down his length.

With a growl, whatever resolve he had left snapped and he pushed her back into the wall. ‘Bend over,’ he ordered.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She bit her lip as he pushed inside her – not because it was painful, but because she was going to scream with pleasure at finally being filled by him. His movements started slow, his hands gripping her arse. As he gained momentum she met each thrust with her hips, the movement driving him deeper, blackening her vision.

It wasn’t meant to feel like this. It was meant to be quick and sweaty and laced with shame and regret. But this, although it wasn’t tender or loving, was filling her with a burning, golden light she’d never allowed in before.

The light sparked as he pumped harder, her palms flat against the wall, her hair cascading down between her arms.

She shouldn’t look.

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