Page 27 of Enemies with Benefits

The words were barely out of her mouth before I was on her, intent on not missing a single second. Memories of kissing and touching her in the maze had haunted me for weeks andfinallyI was reliving them. My fingers in her hair held her steady as I stroked her tongue with mine. Yeah, I was a little forceful, but, hell, she’d driven me steadily insane and I wasn’t in the mood to play gentleman.

She squirmed, fighting an internal battle, then, with an impatient moan, she gripped my shoulders. She rose on tiptoe, her movements increasingly demanding as she pressed her body against mine and opened wider for me.

Yes!I grabbed one hip, pressed her against me as I walked us back towards her sofa. Seconds later, she was on her back and I was on top of her, devouring her for all I was worth.

Sweet Jesus, she tasted even more sublime. Just as brazen with her needs as in the maze, she spread her thighs, accommodating me as I palmed one breast and toyed with her nipple. Her hips undulating, seeking the iron rod of my cock. We met, strained and groaned at the exquisite intensity of it. In slow, torturous rhythm, we writhed against one another, while the kiss turned hotter, wetter, simulating everything I wanted to do to her, and vice versa.

But through it all, I was keenly aware of the seconds ticking down, aware she could kick me out at any moment.

So I chose to play dirty.

On the next roll of her hips, I pressed hard against her, holding my cock tight against her satin-covered pussy, urging her to feel what I could do for her. What we could do to each other.

I bit back a smile when an involuntary spasm shuddered through her body. ‘Let’s renegotiate,’ I rasped against her lips. ‘One minute isn’t going to cut it.’

She laughed a little unkindly, even while her fingers dug painfully into my biceps to hold me in place. Why did I love that she wasn’t afraid to show me her fire? ‘Poor Jasper.’

I growled. ‘Give me ten minutes.’ It was nowhere near enough for what I craved to do but it was a starting point.

She raised her head a fraction and bit my lower lip, making me shudder. ‘No.’

‘Christ, Wren. You’re a ballbreaker, you know that?’

She stiffened slightly but didn’t pull back. ‘Five,’ she countered after another round of furious kissing.

I yanked down one strap of her nightie top as she eagerly unbuttoned my shirt. Her fingers delved down to caress my chest and abs as I swooped onto one eager nipple. She hissed her appreciation and I feasted, groaning at her silken skin, the mouth-watering taste of her. Her back arched, offering more of herself.

‘God, you’re beautiful,’ I rasped. ‘Maddening but breathtaking.’

Against my temple, I felt her faint smile as she raked demanding fingers through my hair. Then, taking my head between her hands, she redirected me to her neglected breast. I teased, tortured and suckled until she was a glorious rose-pink. Only then did I trail one hand down, beneath the elastic of her shorts.

The brazen discovery nearly blew my head clean off. ‘You answer your front door not wearing panties, sweetheart?’

‘My home, my rules.’

I smiled, deciding to enjoy this particular gift before it was taken away. Spearing her with my gaze, I slid my hand lower, down over that silken strip of hair until I encountered hot, slippery flesh.

‘God,’ I muttered, a red haze passing over my vision. ‘You’re so wet.’

Expecting a smart retort, I watched as she sucked in a slow breath, her eyes not leaving mine as she chased my touch. ‘Yes, I am. And your five minutes are almost up,’ she said a little unsteadily.

‘I’m aware, sweetheart.’ I pressed my middle finger inside her and her hips jerked, her inner muscles clinging as she whimpered. ‘Thing is, do I use that time for you or shall I be selfish and use it all for me?’

Her eyes widened a touch but she remained still, her hands gripping me tight. I was sure she wasn’t aware of how her nails dug into me, and I bit back another smile.

Who the hell was I bluffing? I was going to use this for her. When I got around to fucking Wren, I intended to be inside her longer than whatever seconds I had left in this ridiculous game.

Bending low, I flicked my tongue over one ripe nipple as I speared her with my fingers. Her head started to roll, those insane sounds erupting from her throat again. I squeezed my eyes shut to regain some control.

But soon, much too soon, I was at that point of ravening lust, where my mind threatened to cease to function. She did this to me. Every single time. Even before we’d ever had a proper conversation, she’d pulled at me on some level. First with her brilliant mind and now, with her glorious body. The way it softened and moulded beneath my hands, the way she fought the groan tearing through her before finally letting it free to vibrate its feminine power through her body. The way those hips rolled so perfectly into mine.

Every. Single. Time.

But...hold on a sec. How long was I going to keep buckling? Sure, I might have started this, hell,beggedfor this, but she’d ended up dictating the terms anyway.

Because you’re weak...

I gritted my teeth against Hugh Mortimer’s damning words. Against the growing din of the clock counting down while I was getting lost in my own head. Against the even dirtier game I suspected I had to play if I was going to win this thing. Win her around.

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