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“Rip?” Laurie asked, looking at me askance. “What was that for?”
“I’m fighting a mental battle right now,” I rumbled, locking eyes with her, seeing her pupils widen slightly at my tone.
“About what?” she asked, a little out of breath all of a sudden.
“Whether or not to kiss you and take you right here, right now,” I said bluntly, standing tall over her, letting my need for her be known.
“Oh,” she squeaked without backing away. “And what side is currently winning?”
“Not the side that will keep me in control,” I ground out, taking a step toward her.
She backed up, and I advanced.
“And what if you lose control?” she asked, still staring at me, taking another step back.
Her legs were stopped by the pool table.
“Last time that happened,” I said, stepping into her personal space, looming over her, “you ended up pregnant.”
“Oh.”
“But since that can’t happen a second time,” I continued. “All that’s likely to happen is a lot of orgasms for you.”
Laurie licked her lips, steadying herself with both hands on the edge of the pool table. Her position had the joint effect of thrusting her chest toward me and leaving her completely and totally vulnerable.
“That, um,” she stammered, “that doesn’t sound all that horrible.”
“Good,” I said, wrapping my fingers around her jaw.
She gasped but didn’t fight. Instead, she moved her head to the side, exposing the soft flesh of her throat.
“Very good,” I murmured, leaning in to run my tongue along her vein and kiss my way back up.
Laurie had no verbal response. I didn’t need one.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Laurie
“Rip,” I moaned, already fighting shortness of breath from the torturous heat of his tongue as it flicked against my collarbone and sent thrilling shivers down my spine.
He didn’t stop. I wasn’t sure Iwantedhim. I didn’t know what I wanted him to do.
Okay, no, that was a lie. I wanted him to tear my clothes off and fill me with his hard cock, just like the first time. That was what Iwanted, what my body was already preparing itself for as heat flooded between my thighs, a hot and heavy response to little more than a few kisses.
I didn’t care if it was on my back or if he bent me over. I just wanted to feel him deep inside me, filling me as fully as possible. I was already pregnant, so what was the worst that could happen?
Fingers tugged at my shirt, lifting it over my head, discarding it to who knew where. I didn’t have the attention for that because my clit was too busy being the drumline in my skull, its throbbing almost threatening to give me a migraine.
“Too slow,” I growled, tearing at his shirt, losing any semblance of propriety or whatever. I didn’t care any longer.
I wanted to getfucked.
Things like being a good girl and respectable went out the door. I wanted his cock to pound me and make my pussy shake. Use me like a rag doll, manhandle me with those deliciously gorgeous muscles, make me feel like nothing and everything all at once.
My bra had flown away at some point while I dreamed of being used by Rip, and now, his mouth was branding my skin as he made his way down my chest before suckling gently on one nipple, then the other. He swirled his tongue over and around and across the hardened nubs that sparked with sensitivity, drawing repeated moans of delight from my mouth.
“I’m going to make you mine,” he growled, grasping both breasts with his hands while staring up at me.
