Page 35 of Falling For The Enemy (The Gilbert Curse)

He groaned. He hadn’t been able to resist her when she’d put on his T-shirt and danced around the living room, showing off her new strength. God, the more time he spent with her, the harder it was to keep from falling for her.

He looked into her pretty blue eyes and knew that it was time to stop pretending he thought he shouldn’t fall for her. He’d already started. There was no going back and a part of him, deep down, knew he was looking for a way to have Rory and satisfy the need to even the odds with Dash Gilbert.

She put her hands around his neck and shifted so that her breasts brushed against his chest. He felt the hardness of her nipples through the silk blouse she wore. He lifted one hand, rubbing his finger over the tip.

Fuck.

He wanted her and she wanted him. Why was he hesitating?

The thought that he felt he didn’t deserve Rory danced through his mind and he shoved it away. Not now. He’d deal with that later.

Right now his woman was in his arms, undulating against him and making him so hard he might come in his pants. Which would be a waste. He kissed her neck and then lower, undoing the top two buttons of her shirt until he could see the fabric of her black, lace bra and the upper curve of her breasts.

He groaned, knowing there was no way he was leaving this room without satisfying his woman. He turned them so that her back was against the wall. Putting one hand on the wall next to her head, he reached between them, shoving his hand up under her skirt. She wore tights and he pulled them down far enough that he could get his hands on her skin.

Damn.

Her skin was soft and as he pushed his hand closer to her pussy he felt the warmth of her. He cupped her and she tipped her head back against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps as he fingered her. She was so hot and so ready. He reached between them and undid his jeans, freeing his erection.

She’d started taking the pill so they didn’t have to use a condom when they had sex. His mind was conscious of that as he shifted his hips until the tip of his cock was nestled against the heat of her center. Her hands were on his butt, urging him forward as he slipped inside.

He brought his mouth down on hers, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth as he filled her. She was always so tight when he first entered her and her pussy tightened around him as he drove into her again and again.

She sucked on his tongue, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust faster, until she tore her mouth from his and moaned his name.

He drove into her harder until everything inside him tightened and he came in her in a long, heady rush.

Afterward, he braced his arm against the wall, holding himself up until he was empty. He rested his forehead against hers and she smiled up at him.

He shifted back from her, tucking his dick back into his pants and then doing up his jeans. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Well, I had addeddo it in a public placeto my list of things we should try,” she replied. “But hadn’t had a chance to mention it to you yet.”

She pulled her tights up and rebuttoned her blouse and something deep inside him that had felt dead for too long sort of started to come back to life. His heart was racing and emotions that he didn’t want to name swirled within him.

“Do it?Is that your sexy talk?” he teased, trying to keep things light when everything in him urged him to grab her and make her his. To take her away from Gilbert Corners and convince her that he was the only man for her. Now, before she learned who he really was.

She quirked a brow. “What do you call it?”

“Hooking up?”

“That’s not really much better,” she said.

Her phone pinged and she gave a nervous laugh. “I think I have to go.”

“You’re going to do great,” he said again.

“Well, I’m not nervous about talking now.”

“Are you still nervous in general?”

“Just hoping no one notices that hickey I gave you,” she said with a wink as she unlocked the door.

Kit didn’t mind if the entire world noticed. He was proud to be Rory’s man. Grinning to himself, he followed her down the stairs. And as he predicted, despite what she feared when the cameras started rolling, she was a natural. She kept eye contact with him but her voice and attention were on the job she was doing.

His woman. He might not say the words out loud but his soul had claimed her and a part of him knew he was never letting her go.

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