Page 131 of The Puck Stops Here

There was only one thing she wanted to dig out in that moment, and it wasn’t clothing.

‘Do you want to run some cold water over…’ His eyes traced the redness on her skin to the waistband of her jeans and she shook her head.

‘Do you want some antiseptic cream…?’

He lifted the tube out to the side, his exposed muscles flexing and firing the heat within her as she shook her head again.

‘What about my brother, Astrid?’ His eyes flashed. ‘Do you want him?’

She swallowed and didn’t care if she squeaked. ‘No.’

Her breasts heaved in the confines of her bra, the air too thick to breathe.

‘Then tell me…’ He threw the tube onto the bed and took a step forward. ‘What do you want?’

No hesitation. ‘I want you.’

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‘Then why the hell aren’t we doing this already?’

Blake launched across the room and she met him halfway, an explosive coming together of mouths, lips, teeth, tongues. Their hands were buried in each other’s hair, her sweater and tee tossed to the floor, bodies pressed so close there was no room for air.

It was hasty, desperate, ugly, fierce, but there was no time for slow. A fear that it would suddenly stop, that there would be another unwelcome interruption, a misplaced thought, and he had no care for either. Wild horses couldn’t drag him off her now.

‘It was always you,’ she rasped against his lips. ‘I always wanted you.’

He didn’t doubt it, not in this moment, not for a second. The burn was in her eyes, her husky voice, her taut nipples that caressed his chest through her bra…

‘You should have told me sooner.’ He dragged his lips along her jaw, tasting, teasing, caught her earlobe in his teeth. ‘We could have been doing this for days.’

She shuddered. ‘Just imagine.’

‘I am imagining,’ he said into her ear, cupping her breast. ‘I’m imaging every wild thing I want to do to you.’ He rolled his thumb over her nipple and her body jerked, her cry making his cock weep and his voice hoarse. ‘Every wild thing I want to dowithyou.’

‘Yes,God, yes.’

Her nails bit into his shoulders as he slipped inside the lace, his thumb forcing her bra strap down as he filled his palm with her.

‘You feel so good,’ he groaned as she tried to climb him, tried to get him where she needed him to be. He came to her aid, lifting her off the ground and wrapping her jean-clad thighs around him. ‘Taste so good too.’

‘Blake!’ came his brother’s shout. ‘Astrid!’

Their heads shot to the door.

‘Fresh custard is served!’

‘I’d rather be tasting you,’ he growled under his breath, cursing his brother and his timing as ever.

She squeaked and hiccupped in one, her glazed eyes coming back to him. ‘Me too. But we’d best…’

‘Yes, we’d best…’

But she already looked thoroughly fucked. Her eyes, her hair, her mouth all swollen and begging for him to –fuck it!

He kissed her. Didn’t stop kissing her until she was up against the door and moaning, her legs locked tight around his hips as she pressed him to her clit.

Damn, they needed to leave but he was too busy giving her whatsheneeded. Whatheneeded, the grinding pressure driving them both to the edge. If they carried on, he’d be changing his jeans too.

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