Page 76 of Inviting Trouble
“Got it.”
They left.
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She fucked him nine ways to Sunday. All she wanted was rough wild animal sex and he gave it to her. It was the only thing that calmed her. Exactly the distraction she needed. But after an entire weekend of that—Monday morning meant back to her college classes—Park insisted on one last slow and tender lovemaking.
He leaned on his elbows and looked down at her. “No more angry sex.”
She wrapped her ankles high around his waist. “I wasn’t angry with you.”
He brushed her hair back, kissed her eyebrows, her closed eyes, her nose, and finally her mouth. “You were getting out all that energy and now I want you to receive some of my good energy.” He kissed her again, slow and deep. “My loving energy.”
Park’s love went straight to her heart and squeezed. The upheaval from suddenly gaining Park and then that woman showing up and ruining everything pushed Mad into a deep well of emotion.
He levered down to place a kiss on her hawk tattoo. She hoped he couldn’t feel the frantic beat of her heart.
He returned to her mouth and then hovered over her, watching her as he continued a maddeningly slow screw.
“Come on,” she said, bucking her hips against him. “I need more.”
He spoke against her lips. “I love you.”
She closed her eyes, trying to hold the tears back. “I know.”
“So now I’m going to show you.”
She tensed, about to break the connection and reverse their positions, when he pinned her wrists over her head.
“Let me,” he said.
She could have easily broken free, but she let him, relaxing in the hold, her energy controlled.
He made love to her in a way she’d never experienced.
A union of souls.
His intense hazel eyes gazing into hers.
Sharing a breath and then another.
And then it was building inside of her, this wave of emotion and pleasure tightly tied together.
“Yes,” he urged her on. “Stay with me.”
She broke, an explosion of pleasure that made her let go of it all, every tight hold she had on her emotions, tears silently streaming down her face. He followed a moment after and dropped his head next to hers, breathing heavily.
Finally he lifted his head. “Mad,” he said tenderly and then kissed her tears away.
He rolled to his side and tucked her against him, one arm around her waist.
She wiped the last of her tears, glad she wasn’t facing him with all her stupid tears. “I need to get out of here. I have to go to class.”
“You have a little time.”
She felt raw, every nerve inside-out and exposed. Every cell in her body urged her to bolt.
He brushed her hair back and kissed her temple. “Just let me hold you a little longer.”
