Page 38 of Can’t Fight This Feeling

My hands rest on the wall, framing her shoulders, holding her in place. Her quick breaths amplify the rise and fall of her chest. My gaze dips to the creamy skin exposed by the gaping tank top.

Enough games. I’m tired of denying the truth. I want Marcy, but she needs to know exactly how I feel first.

“So that’s how it goes, huh? You’re allowed to criticize my choices, but I can’t ask you about your date.”

She shivers when my words strike true.

“I’m only good enough when you go out with some asshole and he gets rough. Then you call me to patch you up.”

“No.” She shakes her head, and her scent surrounds me. It drives me wild.

“Is that all I am to you? A bleeding heart with a medical degree who’s got a soft spot for his best friend’s sister?”

Her mouth drops open. “I have never taken advantage of your kindness or your friendship with my brother.”

“Not knowingly, perhaps.” I lick my lips and hold her gaze steadily. “But you have to know, after all these years, I don’t care solely because you’re Arthur’s little sister.”

“What?” Her slow blink confirms the realization sinking into her brain. “I don’t understand.”

“I’ve wanted you since the first day we met.” My heartbeat thunders in my chest in an arrhythmia. I might be dying, but I don’t care. I’ve waited years to say this.

“But...” She shakes her head. “Why tell me now?”

“There’s never been a good moment. Until now.” I exhale a breath lodged in my chest. “I want you, Marcy. I’ve always wanted you.”

Those luminous eyes hold mine for what feels like eternity. Marcy grabs my tee shirt and pulls me down to her level.

Her mouth is on mine in an instant, hot and sweet. She kisses me hard and fast.

Suddenly, I’m pulled into a vortex of pleasure, and I surrender completely.

I moan as the final piece of my restraint falls away. My hands drop to her shoulders and pull her close. My mouth opens beneath hers.

I’m lost in the kiss. In her. She tastes like pure bliss. I’m as close to heaven as I’ll ever get.

Her arms encircle my neck, and I lift her off the ground, pinning her to the wall. Those slender legs wrap around me, and she grinds her hips against mine. I hiss at the pressure of her heat rocking against my aching cock.

Fuck. I need to be inside her.

I stumble back and carry her to the couch. When I sit, she comes with me, straddling my thighs.

I’ve fantasized about this for so long, it feels like a dream. Like she’ll vanish in a plume of smoke.

I softly cup her injured cheek in my hand, and she draws back. Her eyes are glazed with passion and desperation.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Rob, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me now, I’ll spontaneously combust.” She pulls her tank top over her head and tosses it to the floor.

I suck in a breath, and my hand slides up over her side. I take one breast in my hand. It overflows, and I squeeze, drawing a guttural moan from deep in her throat. She grinds her hips against me.

“Condom?” she whispers in my ear while her hands unfasten my belt.

“I don’t...have any.” Regret fills me. I know better than to take the chance, but I’m desperate. Reason breaks through. “I’m sorry. I’ll...”

“When was the last time?” She nips my earlobe and tugs my pants down my hips.

“Years. Fuck. It’s been years.”

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