Page 28 of Hot Nights in Morocco
I do so without hesitation, leaning back to rest my weight on my hands, my fingertips clenching around the lip of the wood. With renewed urgency, he rips my panties away, leaving me naked except for my heels. There’s a crazy pulse beating between my legs and the tops of my thighs are damp with desire. He wraps them around his waist and presses his naked torso against my wet heat, groaning appreciatively.
“I knew you wanted me, Books. Max never had a look-in, did he?” Jake is the provocative victor now, and his smirk shoots fireworks of indignation through my veins.
“Why, you arrogant piece-of—”
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. All that snapping and snarling gives you away. You, my lady, protestfartoo fucking much.”
I try to wriggle backward, but heavy hands clamp down on my waist.
“I’m not a sure thing yet, Jake.” I wrench my mouth to the side as he tries to kiss my anger away. “I can stop this anytime I want to!”
“True, but you should know how much I like a challenge, and your insubordination is like a hotline to my dick. I’ve been walking around with a hard-on ever since you stormed into my office last week.” He yanks me off the sideboard by my wrists and turns me around, trapping me in his strong embrace. I’m bent double at the waist, his erection now pressing into the small of my back. I’ve never felt so exposed, so unequal…
So desired.
“What a compromising position you find yourself in,” he drawls. “I bet all the romance novels in the world haven’t prepared you forthis. Are you going to behave, or do I have to restrain you?”
“I’d like to see you try,” I hiss, bucking against him, but he only starts laughing again. Furious, I drive the pointy end of my stiletto heel right into his foot.
“Shit. Cut it out.”
“Never!” I redouble my efforts, but his body is like a dead weight. I can’t shift him no matter what.
“Trust me,” he murmurs, warm lips pressing between my shoulder blades. “Fight me all the way to hell and back if you must, but not in this room. Not in my arms.”
His words are like a drug. My treacherous body goes limp.
He seizes on my hesitation, scooping me up before I have another chance to protest. After placing me back on the sideboard, he yanks my thighs apart and hauls me to the edge.
“Stop!” My thoughts turn to something faintly adult-like and responsible. “I don’t have a—”
“No need, I’m clean. I never fuck without one.”
But you are now,I think hazily.
“What about you?”He pulls back for a moment. His grip on my body is unforgiving, but I savor it like it’s the sweetest of touches.
I shake my head. Not that I have much of a repertoire to compare this with. I hate to think how many women Jake’s been with.
His gaze flickers down to my lips, so swollen from his crushing kisses.“Birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Then put your legs back around my waist.” He shoots me that sexy curve of his lips and I feel the smooth head of his cock slip between my folds. “Last chance,” he croons, pausing to mock me with possibilities, as if I’m the tipping point of a roller coaster at the pinnacle of its climb.
As if I was ever in control of this situation.
His expression is primal, hammering through my final resistance, and it seals my lust for him.
“Let me hear you say it,” he demands, whetting my appetite with another delicious inch of his cock. “I won’t start fucking you until you tell me how much you want this.”
“I want this!” I scream, gripping his shoulders, my nails digging mini crescents into his skin.I’m a hot mess of contradiction. “I want you so much!”
“Just as I thought.” And with that, he slams all the way into me, giving me everything and more.
I cry out in pain and surprise. God, he feels glorious. Decadent. Agony. Like heaven and hell, and justice and sin.
“Do you feel me, Books?” he hisses into my hair. “Do you feel how hard my dick is for you? I want to screw every last belligerent word out of your mouth until you can’t walk straight, let alone speak that shit to me again.”
