Page 34 of It Takes a Thief
For a moment, neither of us moves. It’s almost like we’re looking for a reason to stay close. When her small hand boldly reaches out and covers my rapidly-beating heart, I clench my jaw.
“It’s beating so fast,” she murmurs.
“Your touch has that effect,” I respond huskily. My attention dips to the pulse hammering in her throat, and I circle my finger in that delectable crevice between her collarbones. Seems like I affect her, too.
Desire thickens the blood roaring through my veins, and something shifts between us. My gaze flickers to hers, and there’s an unmistakable fire smoldering in her blue eyes, making the golden threads burn brighter than usual.
My will to keep her at arm’s length crumbles, and I slide my hand around her neck and pull her close. Hard and fast, my lips capture hers, demanding complete acquiescence. Her hands slide up, gripping my shoulders, and it feels like she’s holding on for dear life. Ignoring that annoying voice of reason in my head, I scoop her up, walk out of the bathroom and head straight to the living room, dropping down on the couch with her on top of me.
“Straddle me,” I order gruffly. When she complies, I pull her flush against me.
Feeling those delicious curves mold against my body sends any lingering good intentions spiraling out the window. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I deepen the kiss. Tasting. Exploring. Taking.
When she starts rubbing herself against my aching dick, I groan. I’m at the point where heaven and hell collide. Pure torture. My wicked hands help her hips move faster, and I meet her needy pussy with my own gyrations. Nipping her bottom lip, I suck it into my mouth then release it with a pop. The control I’m trying so desperately to hang onto is disintegrating fast. But, goddamn, she feels so good. So right.
You’re taking advantage of her, the angel on my shoulder says.
And she loves it, the devil on my opposite side argues.
As much as I want to see her come, watch the pleasure roll over her pretty face, the damn angel wins. Guilt makes me rip my mouth away.Great time to develop a conscience, Decker.
“Nooo,” she moans, hands tightening around my biceps, not letting go.
When was the last time a woman held me so tightly?
As much as I want her, she isn’t mine to take. Or, at least, that’s what I try to tell myself.
But my princess is having none of that.
“Lincoln Decker, don’t you dare start something you don’t plan on finishing,” she states in her most royal voice.
“We’re crossing a line,” I warn her.
“What if I want to cross it?” she challenges, giving another slow grind of her hips against my aching dick.
Christ, have mercy.I’m barely holding on and she’s tempting me to the point of no return.
“You’ve had too much to drink. You should go to bed,” I growl.
“I might’ve been tipsy earlier, but nearly being run over sobered me up pretty fast.”
Her words cut through me. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for saving me?” She cups my face, staring intently into my eyes.
“No, of course not.” I love the feel of her soft hands, and I rub my cheek against her palm.
“You’re stubbly.” She smiles, dragging a finger along my jawline, then up to lightly stroke my bottom lip.
“Mer…”
I can feel myself caving with each swipe of her finger. Her floral scent fills my nostrils. Instead of pulling away, I lick her finger. She inhales swiftly, our gazes still locked.
“I’m here to protect you, not take advantage of you,” I tell her.
“I’m a grown woman, Linc. If I offer myself to you, it’s not taking advantage.” She shifts restlessly and my fingers dig into her hips.
“You gotta stop moving, sweetheart,” I warn her, “or there will be consequences.”
