Page 141 of The Puck Stops Here

‘Easy, Twinkle Toes’ – he grabbed her hand to stall her – ‘I don’t know how much of this I can take, not after this afternoon.’

‘Let’s find out, shall we?’

She dropped to her knees and his hands flew to her hair. ‘Astrid…’

He sounded pained, every exposed muscle taut as he fought for control. But she didn’t want his control, she wanted him, as raw and undone as she had been.

She licked her lips as she drew him out to her awaiting mouth, her core clenching over his sheer size, the depth of his need evident in every straining inch. ‘I owe you.’

‘You don’t?—’

She flicked her tongue over the tip and he rocked back into the wall with a hiss.

‘Shh…’ she whispered, her lips caressing the velvety skin as she held his gaze, cherishing the heat and the wonder in his, his obedience too.

She stroked down his length, holding him firm. Then slowly, she parted her lips and took him in, devouring him with her eyes as much as her mouth.

‘Fuuuucck…’ His thighs trembled and his hips rocked, his teetering control fuelling her own. The thrill of having this great big hulk of a man at her mercy, to claim him so completely… it was exhilarating, mind-blowing, orgasm-inducing. She slid her hand inside her shorts, feeding her ache as she took him ever deeper and his eyes flared wider. ‘Jesus H Christ, are you…?’

She moaned around him in answer and his eyes rolled back with his head. ‘You’re fucking killing me.’

If she didn’t expire first…

She found her rhythm with his, meeting him groan for groan as he wrapped her hair around his fist and thrust harder, faster… the salty taste of his impending orgasm hitting her throat?—

‘Astrid!’ He yanked her back, sucking in a breath as he held her still. ‘Bedroom. Now.’

She contemplated refusing but he was too quick, tugging up his jeans and lifting her into his arms like she weighed nothing.

‘Which way?’ he growled, his strength, his eyes, his fierce command, a turn on like none other.

She pointed and he followed. Kicking off his trainers, toeing off his socks, he threw her onto the bed. No finesse, no gentleness.

He tugged his wallet from his pocket and tossed it onto the bedside table before joining her, his knees forcing her thighs apart. ‘You know what our problem is?’

She shook her head and he stripped her tee, his hungry gaze dipping to her breasts. Heat rushed beneath her skin, her nipples tingling against the cool air of the room, and then his tongue was there… laving over one taut peak and making her squeak.

‘We both value our control.’

He wasn’t wrong.

‘So I vote we lose it together.’

Oh God, the way his cock was pressing between her legs, the way he was scraping his teeth around her nipple… she was losing it right now.

‘What do you say?’

‘I say…’ She was panting, the pinch of his teeth shooting sparks to her clit while his cock kept up the pressure over her clothes. ‘This isn’t losing it together.’

She flicked him onto his back with a sudden surge of strength, his chuckle more growl than laugh. ‘I was enjoying that.’

She swept a kiss over his lips. ‘Not as much as me.’ And easing his jeans down his legs, her mouth travelled south…

‘Oh no, you don’t.’

He had her on her back in an instant, arms pinned above her head. ‘You’re too fucking sexy.’

He glanced to the left, to the mirrored wall. ‘Look at you.’

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