Page 41 of Pump Fake

His eyes heated, and I shivered.

“Yes.”A thousand times, yes.I could go for having his armsaround me after the shitty day I’d had stressing over our argument. And if that was all I could get from him, I would take it.

Heat crawled over my skin from my head to my toes as he grasped my hand and pulled me to my feet. Desire swirled in his eyes, dilatating his pupils. He dipped his head. Then his mouth was on me, and I melted, drowning in how his lips expertly moved over mine. I parted, letting him in, loving how he took control.

His hands went to my hips, tugging me close. I gripped his biceps, luxuriating in their strength. Everything about Ares was larger than life. He made me feel cherished and so very desired. I wanted him badly.

I moaned into his mouth, threading my fingers through the silky strands of hair at his nape. His fingers pressed my hips closer, and I arched against him. When he trailed a hand up my nape, fingers tugging on a thick clump of hair, I tilted my head back, exposing my neck. He commanded my body with subtle movements.

I shivered when he trailed kisses along the curve of my neck. I wanted more. Slowly, he peeled my shirt off, his mouth following each inch of skin he revealed. My breath came faster in anticipation, and I moaned at the decadence of his touch. I ran my hands up his arms and over his shoulders, the muscles rippling deliciously beneath my fingertips.

God, he was gorgeous. I tugged on his shirt until he grabbed the back of it and pulled it over his head, giving me access to touch him as much as I wanted. And I wanted it all. I loved everything about him. How he touched me, made me feel desired, and the way he responded to my every kiss and caress like I drove him crazy too.

We made quick work of our clothes, letting them fall in a pile by our feet. Then I was back in his arms, skin against skin. I loved his hardness and squirmed against him, wanting to be impossibly closer. Pressing kisses along his sharp jaw, I tracedthe dips and contours of his strong body, reveling in his reactions.

He caressed the underside of my breast, cupping its heavy weight before teasing my nipple. Heat shot to my core. Patience wasn’t my best virtue.

“I want you.” My voice was breathy and so very needy.

“I always want you. All you have to do is walk into a room, and I’m instantly hard.”

A thrill raced through me, but taking his words too seriously was dangerous. I could feel my heart swelling as I fell hopelessly for him. He didn’t want that from me, and I doubted the circumstances would change. I shoved the heavy thoughts from my mind.Just enjoy the moment.That was all I could control—that moment, not the future.

“You okay?” He pulled back, concern swimming in his expressive whiskey eyes.

“Yeah.” I grinned, working to hide the sadness that dared to invade at the most inopportune time.

I took control, slanting my mouth over his until he groaned from how our tongues tangled and danced together. I craved every second with him. The argumentative moments, the tender ones, and the ones where he couldn’t get enough and took me against the wall. My stomach clenched at the thought, and I squirmed.

When he trailed a finger between the valley of my breasts, I gasped. He held the underside of my thighs then lifted me easily until my legs wrapped around him, arms looped over his wide shoulders. He cupped and kneaded my breast, then sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck. I moaned, my body tightening, and I clenched my legs tight around him, needing him desperately to fill me.

“Ares.” The hard press of him drove me wild, and I ground my hips forward, craving the friction. Hands roaming restlessly,I slipped one between us and swirled my thumb over his tip. I wanted him to lose control just as much as I had.

“Soon.” He moved us to the bed then laid me on it, towering over me, his eyes roaming, looking their fill.

He resembled a god in all his beautiful glory. I missed the heat of his body as I lay vulnerable to his view. I shivered when he trailed a hand along my leg as he kneeled on the bed. With a gentle nudge, he spread my legs wide, pressing kisses on the inside of my knees, working slowly higher.

Electricity followed in the wake of his touch, sizzling along my skin. I’d never experienced anything like what I did with him. And in the back of my lust-filled mind, I recognized that he was becoming so much more to me. My heart was invested, and I was afraid I wouldn’t recover from the depth of my feelings, the all-consuming connection.

His teeth grazed my inner thigh, and I shuddered, once again fully present and desperate for him to put that talented mouth where I wanted it most. My body trembled when he lifted his head and flashed me a wicked grin, desire burning in his eyes before he descended and pressed his mouth to the apex of my thighs. I melted when his tongue caressed me, his teeth nipping gently at my nub. I panted and writhed against his hold the more he feasted. My body plumped beneath his expert touch, and the pressure built.

He inserted one finger then another, stretching me in the most delicious way. And as he pumped in and out, he teased my oversensitive bundle of nerves.

“Please.” I didn’t want him to stop. My back arched, and I pressed against him, so close I was blind with need.

A deep chuckle vibrated against me, sending shock waves through my sensitive skin. He lifted his head, eyes fully dilated, lips slick from tasting me. “Not yet.”

I whimpered, wanting more, and tilted my hips, seeking friction and desperately needing release. He caressed my hip thenflipped me over, his grip tight but gentle on my hips as he pulled me back and up so my ass was in the air. I trembled, waiting for what would come next. His fingers trailed down my spine, applying pressure until I went to my elbows, then he was pushing into me, and my eyes rolled back in my head at how full I felt. My body stretched to the max.

When he didn’t move, I peered over my shoulder, and my body spasmed around him at what I saw—his intense concentration on where our bodies joined, his corded muscles tight and straining. Then he moved, pulling out and pushing in impossibly deep. There was no room for thought, only feeling.

Pressure built as he pounded into me, my core slick with desire. When he shifted slightly, the angle changing just enough to hit that magical spot, my body detonated. I screamed his name as my body gripped him with tight spasms.

Another deep, powerful thrust, and he followed me over the edge. I felt the pulse of heat as he came. We held still until he collapsed, rolling to his side and taking me with him, whispering my name into my neck. Shivers chased his hot breath, and I snuggled closer.

My body was sated, content. Eventually, we rose to clean up but found ourselves right back in bed with his large frame curled around me. I’d come to terms with how he’d branded me, and I knew I would never be the same. I didn’t want to be. As I floated in blissful relaxation, so near sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder how I would ever let him go.

Ares

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