Page 67 of Control
My lips crash down on hers, hard and desperate. She doesn’t fight me. Not at first. But then she pulls back and pushes against my chest like she’s trying to break free.
“Don’t pretend you don’t feel it,” I whisper against her mouth. “Don’t pretend you don’t want this.”
She stays silent, her breath shallow, but she doesn’t pull away. And that’s enough for me.
“Don’t lie to yourself,” I mutter against her mouth. “You feel it. You can’t shut it out.”
She stays frozen for a moment longer, then softens just a little.
One kiss is all it takes.
Her breath catches, and I know. I fucking know she feels it too.
So I kiss her again. Harder.
It’s not gentle. It’s rough and almost frantic because I can’t hold back anymore. I need her to feel this, to understand it’s not just words. It’s everything I’ve been too damn afraid to say.
At first, she doesn’t kiss me back. I can feel the tension in her, the resistance. But then, slowly, she softens, her hands coming to rest on my chest. Her breath mingles with mine, and for a moment, time stops.
The kiss is raw. I force my tongue between her lips and take—just take.
Her legs quiver. Oh, God…this damn woman is my ruin.
I devour her and feel her melt against me. Then, I grab the back of her hair and yank it as I continue to plunder her mouth. Electric jolts shoot straight to my groin. No woman has ever responded like this before, and oh my God, she kisses me back with such greed, and it’s like a soothing balm for my shattered ego.
This woman…desires me…is kissing me.
I rip my mouth from hers and suck on her neck, trailing soft kisses up to her earlobe.
“I swear I’m going to fuck you so hard…”
Her legs nearly give way, but I steady her.
“Tell me you didn’t mean those words,” I whisper into her ear. “Tell me, now.”
She opens her mouth, but all that escapes is a sigh.
I thrust my tongue into her ear canal and watch her nearly melt into a puddle right then and there.
“Tell me,” I demand again. “Did you mean those words you said?”
“Yes.”
I clamp my mouth on hers once more. Our tongues swirl together again, and her legs threaten to give way. I feel her hands slide up my hard arms, relishing the muscle beneath my skin. She grips my shoulders and wraps her arms around my neck, trying to close whatever distance remains between us.
Closer…she wants to be closer—
But I break the kiss with a loud smack, releasing her hair so she nearly tumbles backward. She catches herself by the wall, a whimper escaping her at the loss of my lips, my arms, my need.
I stand there, staring at her.
No, I’m glaring at her, my eyes burning two holes into her skin.
“Where is it?” I implore, my impatience boiling over. I’m impatient with her, with the world, and with myself.
“What?” Daniela mumbles, still trying to regain her bearings.
“The vibrator I got you.”
