Page 32 of The Fiancé (Close Quarters 4)

When her palm skates over the hard ridge of my cock, every muscle in my body grows tight. But it’s the sharp hitch of her breath that undoes me. It’s the crackle of tension that builds and builds until it’s so explosive and bright I have no hope of stopping it now.

“Fine. You want to play games, Ava?” I growl. “Then let’s play.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Ava

FORAMOMENTI wonder if I’ve bumped my head. Maybe there was unexpected turbulence while I was changing in the bathroom and I’ve slipped and fallen. Maybe I’ll wake up to the harsh, fluorescent lighting and this will be nothing more than a trauma response.

But I feel Daniel shifting position and then one possessive palm is at my hip, and I decide I don’t much care whether this is real or not. I want this man and I will take him any way I can get him.

“You’ve tested my willpower, thoroughly,” Daniel says, his voice low and ragged. He pulls me closer, so I’m on my side and he’s on his.

Our bodies are lined up against one another and I feel the prickle of his leg hairs against my smoother skin. I feel the pressure of his fingertips at my hip, the slow creep of his touch around to my backside. And yes, I feel the hard length of his erection digging into my lower belly. I want to touch him there again, to feel that hard, powerful length twitch beneath my fingertips.

I’m desperate for him. Desperate in a way that I’ve never been desperate for another person before. Everything about him is a drug to me—the faded scent of his cologne, the roughness in his voice. The angry glitter in his eyes.

“Kiss me, Daniel,” I whisper. “And tell your willpower to bugger off.”

His throaty chuckle sends a ripple of awareness through me, but thankfully he doesn’t make me wait any longer. His hand sweeps up my body, finding my jaw and then my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he crushes his mouth down to mine.Yes.My tongue darts out to meet his, tentative at first but I grow bolder with each second. He kisses like he’s making love to me already, and his hips canter toward mine, rubbing his hard length against me.

I groan into his mouth, my senses so overloaded my poor brain doesn’t know which sensation to focus on first. Taste, scent, touch.Touch.Daniel smooths his hands back down my body, tracing the line of my neck, the curve of my shoulder, then down my arm, to my hips and then behind me, cupping my backside and pressing me flush against him.

Oh.

He’s impossibly hard. Pulsing. I feel him strain against me, with little more than two thin layers of fabric between us. His fingers knead my backside, allowing him to grind against me as we kiss. I’m dizzy from it all.

“Daniel.” My breath comes in short bursts, my breasts rising and falling against his bare chest. I plant my hands there, seeking out the light dusting of hair and the flat circle of his nipples, exploring him in the dark.

I tilt my head back, encouraging him to kiss me there. He trails a blazing path up to the sweet spot behind my ear, a spot I know makes my body shiver. His rough stubble-coated jaw is heaven against my skin, the nip of his teeth making me tremble before we’ve even gotten to the good stuff.

“You wanted to feel how excited I am.” He takes my hand and presses it to his length. My fingers flutter for a second before curling around him. “So feel it, Ava. Take responsibility. My cock has been aching for hours because of you.”

“You were the one who made me come in front of you,” I shoot back. Yes, I lit the match. Buthewas the one who tossed it into the air, setting everything ablaze.

He curls his hand over mine, working my fist up and down the length of him. But I don’t want any barriers between us—I want him skin to skin. I want to feel everything. I reach for the slit in his underwear and free him, gasping at the hot slide of him against my palm.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want it,” he says roughly. His hand runs down to the hem of my nightie and draws it up, his fingers creeping between my thighs. “You were so wet I could practically see it dripping down your thighs.”

The breath leaves my lungs. For some reason, the hint of resentment in his voice, the unexpectedly sharp touch of anger, good lord... It makes my sex clench. He’s annoyed that I tested him. That I pushed him.

And that makes me want him even more.

“Says you. The only reason I even came upstairs was because I heard you jerking off.” I meet his gaze in the dim light. As my eyes adjust, more of him is revealed. The beautiful angles and hard-edged planes of him.

I squeeze his cock and he thrusts into my grip.

“You were thinking about me,” I challenge.

“Yes, I was.”

A gasp escapes my lips as his hand reaches for me, cupping my bare sex. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit and I almost explode on the spot. “Tell me what you imagined,” I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut.

“No.” The word is a harsh slash across this intimate moment. We may have sex, but he won’t let me in.

“Afraid I’ll use it against you?”

“Yes.” He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. “Now open those lovely thighs up for me.”

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