Page 55 of Choices

This is the start.

“Okay…one night.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I bring him to my lips, our tongues dueling as his hands grip my ass, caressing the flesh. Breaking away, I say, “Take your clothes off.”

“Are you sure?” This guy is a saint. I’ve only ever fucked a sinner.

“Take your clothes off, Chris.”

At my assurance, he wastes no time stripping out of his cut and hangs it on the back of my door. The sight makes my stomach flutter. It’s where Cutter hangs his.

He toes off his boots then whips his shirt over his head, exposing the lean muscle of his torso. The raised scar fromGeorgina’s attack is the only blemish on his flesh. He is a beautiful man. Gentle. Nice.Too nice.

I want him to bring me to my knees. Force everything from my body until all that’s left is the two of us.

Unbuckling his belt, he drops it to the floor, and my skin vibrates with the need to feel it against my flesh.

“Jeans.” I bite my lip, watching him push them down his thighs. Once he’s naked, his cock juts out toward me, standing proud. I take it in my palm and stroke up the shaft. Precum beads on the bulging head.

“Now you,” he pants. Skimming his hands down my arms, he curls his fingers around mine, aiding in the caress.

I push him onto the bed, his back falling against the mattress.

Watching me, mesmerized while fisting his cock, he groans, “Show me everything, Kit.”

I yank my shirt over my head and make quick work of stripping out of my pants, baring myself to him.

“Come here,” he growls.

Crawling over his long, lean form, my pulse pounds in my ears. The heat of his skin seeps into mine as I position myself over his hips, his hard, thick cock resting between my pussy lips.

“Let me get you ready first.” He licks his lips, pressing the tip of his cock against my clit.

“I am ready.”I am. I am. I am.

A shiver of anticipation mixed with nerves and panic shudders through me as I lift my hips and slide myself down onto him, blowing out a needy moan as his length fills me, stretching me.

There’s no going back now.

As soon as I’m seated to the hilt, our eyes lock, and the world melts away. Our breathing fills the air, two destinies colliding in one short, stolen moment.

Urgent hands cup my tits, thumbs stroking over my nipples, flicking the piercings there, eliciting a sharp zap. I move my hips in a gentle wave, matching his rhythm. It’s so sweet, so vanilla, it feels almost forbidden. Flipping me onto my back, he grips my leg and places it over his shoulder, sinking back into me with deep, hard thrusts. Our lips crash together, tasting, feasting. Sweat slickens our bodies as we move together, taking what we need.

“You feel so fucking good, Kit.” His gaze implores me, lust and pain evident.

Leaning up on his knees, he grips my hips and tilts my body, controlling my movements, his eyes transfixed on where our bodies meet, over and over. He groans, pistoning into me with a burning hunger.

Slipping the pads of two fingers through my folds, he pushes down on my clit and begins circling in a tortuous motion. I urge him on, desperate, flexing my hips and squeezing my own tits, chasing the high, and tip over the edge, my pussy contracting around him, heat blossoming in my core. I ride the train to every stop until all I’m left feeling is a euphoric ache.

When we eventually collapse onto the mattress, I know the only thing that’s going to change is the number of notches I can now put on my bedpost, and I hate myself for it.

I wake up overheated, Chris’s body sealed to my side by a drenching of sweat. Sunlight leaks through the open blinds, burning my retinas.

“How do you feel?” Chris’s voice is husky, thick with sleep. His hand tightens on my hip.

“Thirsty and hot.”Guilty.Sad. Angry.

“I meant about us?” He chuckles, his nose burrowing into the skin of my neck. How could I have let this happen?

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