Page 12 of Bought
I bend, my mouth finding hers again—deeper, hungrier, less about testing and more about taking. Her taste floods me, sharp and warm, and I know I should pull away.
I remember my vow: no attachments. No women like her— the kind that make me lose focus, make mistakes, and risk everything. I don’t pull away. I can’t. I control the situation physically, but she’s getting into my head, slipping under my skin.
I wrap my arms around her in a bear hug and kiss her. She can’t break free no matter how hard she fights.
Her fists clench in my shirt, dragging me even closer. I laugh into our kiss. Have I met my match? My grip on her jaw tightens as my other hand slides down her spine, urging her naked breasts against my bare chest until every inch of her warmth is pressed against me.
She doesn’t pull away from my flaws. Instead, she leans into them.
When I break the kiss, I mutter, “This was supposed to be simple.”
“It still can be,” she says, that sexy, sultry voice of hers now laced with doubt.
We’re both feeling it—some magnetic attraction. It seems neither of us is truly in control. Something bigger is at work.
Fate? The universe? A higher power?
Who knows, but for one night, should we bow to its will?
My heart warns me, no, I shouldn’t. I can’t. Not while I’m memorizing the exact cornflower shade of her baby blue eyes and the feeling I get when she looks up at me.
My body decides for us as I take her wrist and guide her to the bed, each step deliberate, a silent dare for her to resist.She doesn’t. But she doesn’t give in, either—every movement a negotiation, a reminder she’s here on her own terms just as much as mine.
I ease onto the edge of the bed, pulling her between my knees. Her breasts are so close I could lean in and take one of those sweet nipples between my lips and suck. Instead, I smooth down her sides, and she sighs as I pass over her waist. I rest at her hips, my fingertips slipping over her black satin panties.
I feel a pang of guilt. I don’t want her to go, but I don’t want to ruin her.
“Last chance,” I say quietly. A warning. “If you want to walk out, do it now.”
She stares at me for one heartbeat… two…
Then she climbs onto my lap.
Fuck.
I exhale, my breath leaving with my resistance. I don’t want this to end tonight. She’s a mistake I’d repeat over and over, until it ruins us both.
She settles on me, straddling me, and my hands lock at her hips to keep her exactly where I want. The heat between us is unbearable. Her thighs press against my sides, and my cock is hard enough to hurt against my pants.
She feels it. I know she does because her mouth curves slightly before she leans in, lips grazing my jaw.
“Careful,” I warn.
Her eyes sparkle. “I thought you didn’t like rules.”
I fist her hair, tilting her head back to see her face. No fear. Just that defiant steadiness that makes me want to fuck her senseless and find out what she looks like when she finally loses control.
“I don’t like liars either.”
Her eyes snap to mine. “What have I lied about?”
I release her hair, leaning back as I stare at her. “There’s no way you’re a virgin.
“I don’t have to have had sex to know what a man wants.” Her lips brush my ear, tickling my skin. “To know what you want.”
God. And she does. This girl will kill me.
“Let’s see if I know what you want,” I counter back.
