Page 51 of Not In Love

The words died in her throat as he walked toward her, more and more of his features illuminated by the night lamp next to the couch.

Something hungry and hot flickered across his face. “You wouldn’t?”

“No.”

“If all I want tonight is to fuck you until my brain glitches, without a word, you wouldn’t say no?”

Kash stared at the sharp cut of his jaw. The way his rain-damp curls clung to his forehead. The wild thrum inside her chest rose so fast it made her dizzy. “I wouldn’t say no,” she said, her stomach flipping over and over.

When he reached her, he held out his hand.

She grabbed it so fast that she nearly smacked herself in the face with it. Her fingers closed around his.

She lifted them to her mouth, the warmth from his powerful frame embracing her. His fingers tasted of rain and smoke and whiskey as Kash kissed the tips.

“You said no words, but I have to say this. So that you can have me however you want.” She leaned in and the slight graze of his stubbled cheeks against hers made her toes curl. “You have blanket consent for anything, Diego. For tonight. For any other night. You could barely wake me up in the middle of the night before you thrust that big, beautiful cock inside me and I’ll still enjoy it. I’ll still want it. I’ll still crave for more, for you.”

If Kash thought her big declaration would get her something in return—even one of his taunts—she’d have been disappointed.

He was in a strange mood.

But he had still come to her and that was more than enough.

CHAPTER16

By the time she followed him up the stairs, Kash’s legs were shaking.

Somewhere, a faucet dripped. She couldn’t hear the heater anymore, just the soft scuff of Diego’s socked feet on the hardwood, the brush of her robe against her calves, and her heart slamming against her ribs like it wanted out.

Without saying a word, Diego stopped at her bedroom door, turned the knob and held it open for her like he had done this a thousand times before. Like this was a ritual they had built together as a couple.

Her fingers brushed his as she passed him. The click of the door closing behind them echoed like a temple bell.

She turned, about to say something—anything—but he was already on her. His powerful body pressing hers into the door, every ridge and plane crushing her.

He hadn’t been kidding.

There were no words and no sweet welcome back. Just his mouth covering hers in a bruising kiss, swallowing her breath. His body pinned hers to the door, hard muscle and heat pressing in on all sides.

Her thighs parted instinctively, her hands rising to cup his face, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head with one hand. The shock of being held still made her moan.

But it was his rough kiss—all tongue and teeth—that revved her up instantly. Her breasts flattened against his chest, his cock a hot brand against her belly, he was an inferno of want in front of her.

Kash reveled in his nips and bites, in the rough caresses of his hands over her body, squeezing and stroking. Cupping and kneading. As if she were nothing but a vessel for him to pour his lust into. The raw, consuming intensity of his need made her hot all over.

Her breath whooshed as he trailed kisses down her jaw, like she was underwater and coming up for air. And beneath the arrows of sensation zooming and pooling at her core, sheer joy flickered like a small, smoking ember.

He had needed this with her and he had come to her to demand she give it. And that felt like a claiming, like a benediction.

She struggled against his firm hold of her wrists, desperate to touch him. To show him that she needed him too. Not to break her apart or to make her body respond. But because she hungered for his touch constantly, because she felt empty without his possession.

Because she was incomplete without his smile and his gaze on her. “Diego, please?—”

Her request floated away as he shoved his hand into the waistband of her sweatpants. Hands still in his grip, she felt stretched out, an offering to be consumed by him.

He pushed her sweatpants down in one smooth movement, knuckles grazing her thighs, leaving fire in their wake. Shoving away her thong, his fingers found her slick center and plunged in deep. One finger, then two, then three, without giving her a breather in between.

Her body convulsed, the stretch exquisite. Kash closed her eyes to better absorb his erotic assault.

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