Page 44 of Just a Friend for the Lion
I want to know her body like I know my own.
Want her mapped into me, like a tattoo under the skin.
She says something against my mouth, but I can’t make out the words. Doesn’t matter.
I already know what she’s asking for.
I feel it in every tremble of her limbs.
I scoop her up like she weighs nothing, cradling her against my chest as I carry her furtherinside the room—the low-lit lounge still heavy with magic and moonlight.
She clutches me like I’m her whole world.
I am.
Just like she’s mine.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
“I want you, and I’ll do anything to have you,” I warn, voice gravel-thick as I set her down on the chaise. “This is the only shot you’re gonna get. So tell me now, Kitten. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
MJ’s eyes search mine, but there’s no fear in them.
Just heat. Hunger. And something soft and wrecking that punches me right in the chest.
“I don’t want you to stop, Carter,” she whispers. “I need you. Here. Now.”
And that’s it.
My last thread of restraint snaps like brittle twine.
I drop to my knees, shedding my jacket, yanking loose my tie, the buttons on my shirt popping open like they’re just as desperate as I am.
I part her thighs, dragging her skirt up inch by inch, reverent as a prayer, until I see her.
Stockings. Bare skin. A damp scrap of fabric soaked with her need.
My mouth waters.
I inhale like a starving man, groaning low and rough.
“Fuck, Kitten. You smell like sin. You wet for me?”
She nods, biting her lip. “Yes. That’s for you, Carter. Just you.”
“Fuck, MJ. I—that is, what will you let me do? What can I have?” I ask, ready to beg for the smallest taste of her.
I’m a Lion, not a freaking monk.
And when she says the words—“I want it all, Carter. I want you to fuck me. Here. Now.”—I damn near explode.
I lock the damn door so fast it nearly comes off its hinges.
Turn back to find her sitting on the edge of the settee, skirt bunched in her lap, cheeks pink, and that mouth—God, that smart, sharp, sensual mouth—parted like she’s already begging for it.
I drop to my knees.
"Lift your skirt higher, Kitten,” I rasp, voice gravel and smoke. “Show me how bad you want it.”
