Page 170 of The Puck Stops Here
Her core clenched, his deft caress making her legs fall open and her body arch back, pleasure tightening every limb as she planted her hands into the bed and begged him for more.
‘Fuck, Astrid, you’re killing me.’
Hell, he was killing her too. She didn’t recognise herself in the woman she had become. A woman so utterly consumed by a man. By him.
‘Please,’ she cried, hooking her feet into his pants and thrusting them down his thighs, freeing his erection to the air, to her… ‘I want you.’
He rolled her clit until her thighs trembled and her pants were as loud as her cries. He covered her mouth with his hand, stifling her sounds, sending her dizzy and desperate and willing him for more.
‘Fuck, Astrid!’ His cock bucked between them. ‘I need you.’
She nodded, clawing his bruised behind and making him hiss.
‘Sorry did I hurt?—’
‘Thishurt I can deal with.’
He stole her breath with his fevered kiss, his cock sliding over her slick heat and she shifted position, getting him where she needed him the most and as he bucked, she sunk him in deep.
‘Baby…’ He gave a pained groan. ‘You feel so fucking good.’
Baby.Oh, how she wanted to be his baby again.Her nails clawed into his shoulders, desperate to have him stay. Desperate to have him lose his all. Lose it all to her.
It was mindless. Uninhibited. Raw. She came around him, her body clenching him to her, her eyes shooting open to see his head rock back, his neck cording, his torso tighten as he came with a guttural cry. It was beautiful.Hewas beautiful.
He rocked forward, his shoulders undulating with his breaths that gradually steadied out with hers…
‘We shouldn’t have done that.’
She stiffened. They weren’t the words she wanted to hear. Not the words she expected either. She stroked her hands up his sweat-slickened chest, over the goosebumps now rife across his skin and he tensed. Backed up.
‘You should get cleaned up.’ He tugged on his trousers and stepped away, eyes averted, hand raking through his hair.
‘Blake?’ She couldn’t move for fear now. ‘I thought…’
‘You thought what? That we’d fuck and everything would be like it was before?’
She licked her lips, the sickness in her stomach making her wilt as she closed her legs and righted her bra. Yes. Yes, she had thought that. Or near enough. Not before, but in the middle. Of course she had.
‘Blake, please…’
‘If you’re worried I’m going to tell Aiden about your sordid little scheme, you needn’t. I have no intention of raking up all that shit again and hurting him in the process.’
‘I wasn’t thinking about that.’
‘No? I don’t believe you.’
She dropped to the floor and gathered up her clothing, getting dressed on autopilot as her entire focus remained on him. ‘I was only thinking about you, about us…’
He gave a harsh laugh. ‘There isn’t an us. How can there be when it was all based on a lie?’
‘It wasn’t a lie. Everything I told you about me was true. I’ve told you more than I’ve ever told anyone. I’ve shared stuff with you I’ve never shared with anyone.’
She’d shared her heart…
And what about having sex without protection – you idiot!
Her eyes caught on the bed. It was hard to believe what they’d been doing just minutes ago. The connection they’d shared, how right it had seemed.
