Page 99 of Possession

I suck in a breath, and my eyes fall shut. Lord, he feels good.

He grinds into me again—harder and deeper. Up and down on my sex. Even through our thin clothes, the friction on my clit is everything I need.

“I want more of you. I want every inch of your body to touch mine.”

I grip his sides and pull, but he doesn’t come to me and shakes his head. “No way. Not with your bruises. You wanted me to show you how much I want you—this is it. No matter what happens or what force tries to wedge its way between us, I want you, Landyn. I’ve wanted a lot of things in life, but nothing more than you.”

I’m lost in his words and his touch, but neither is enough. I lift my hips to meet him for more. “The more you talk, and the longer I’m here, the less I understand.”

“You’ll understand in time,” he says on a growl and thrust.

“In time? Some days it feels like the clock stands still and others like we’re racing against a ticking time bomb.” I drag my hand down his chest and his abs but don’t stop. I almost reach my target, his cock that’s worked me into a frenzy, when he pulls away from me. My eyes fly to his. “No, don’t stop.”

I might lose his cock, but I gain his lips, and not gently this time. His tongue spears my mouth and his kiss sears us together in ways that leave me wanting everything until the end of time.

Being seared to him in every way is the only thing I want. Regret courses through his groan when he breaks our connection and moves. The next thing I know, I’m in his arms with my back plastered to his front. One hand slides up my shirt to my bare breast and the other dips south, straight into my pants and cups my bare sex.

I moan.

His lips hit my ear. “Baby, you make it really hard for me to be good.”

I press my ass into his long, hard cock that I barely got to touch before he ripped my hand away. “Why do you get to touch me, but I don’t get to touch you?”

“I want you so fucking bad. If I let you touch me, there’s no way I’ll be able to stop. I’m leading this, baby. If you don’t like that, then I’ll have to go back to ignoring you, and that’s the last thing I want to do.”

I whimper in protest.

His tongue outlines the curve of my ear.

He’s holding me in the most basic and carnal way. I’m impossibly wet when I try to move against his hand, but his every muscle constricts around me. “Tell me what you want, chica.”

I try to turn my head to him. “I feel crazy. I shouldn’t want you, but I do. I’m desperate enough I’ll take anything you want to give me.”

He runs his nose up the side of my neck and inhales. “You don’t know what desperation is. I can hardly see straight after last night. If you could see inside my brain right now, you’d understand desperation. I’m worried about my focus.”

I wiggle my ass back and forth against his erection. “Maybe you’d focus better if we were naked.”

He finally moves. His fingers dance between my legs, playing with me, circling and touching me everywhere but my clit. “If you tease me, I’ll give it right back to you, baby. If you want to get down to business, you’ve got to tell me what you want.”

I arch and bring my hand up to hold his to my breast. “Please, Boz.”

He twists my nipple. “What did I say about calling me Boz?”

“How can you expect me to remember anything right now?”

I suck in a quick breath when he finally gives my clit some attention.

“Tell me,” he demands.

I turn my head to catch his gaze. “I want you to make me forget about last night. I only want to think about you and us. Please …hubbalicious.”

That wins me a smirk.

And attention exactly where I want it.

He presses a thick thigh between my legs and forces me to open for him. “Can’t wait to get my mouth between your legs. You can beg all you want, but I plan to take my time. Open for me, chica. Wide.”

My eyes fall shut, and I spread my legs farther for him. “What did I do to deserve you?”

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