Page 22 of Within Striking Distance
He lets out a soft groan as my core grinds over his hard length, and his hands squeeze my hips, but he makes no other move.
Tonight is reckless, but being with him makes me realise how much I miss physical affection. If this man can blow my mind with a simple kiss, I’m ready to find out what else he can do. I’m not looking for a relationship, or to bring anyone into Tinsley’s life, but if I only have tonight to erase all memories of Edward from my body, then I’m going to take advantage of that.
My masked stranger watches me, his chest heaving as he waits to see what I’ll do.
Leaning down, I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “So, you’re definitely not a virgin?”
His throat bobs as he swallows, his tongue swiping over his lips. “Definitely not.”
I kiss the other side of his mouth. “Did you mean it when you said I’m in charge?”
He mutters a curse under his breath, and his hands tighten on my waist, causing me to bite back my smile. “Yeah, pixie. You’re running the show.”
My lips trail over his jaw until they reach his ear, where I whisper, “And if I want to do more than just kiss you?”
A needy sound rips from him, but he remains still, proving that I’m in charge. “For tonight, my body is yours.”
I nip at his earlobe before sucking it into my mouth. “Good answer, striker.”
Sitting up, I close my eyes and grip the hem of my dress to pull it over my head. My tits bounce, heavy with the needto be touched. His fingers play with the thin material of my panties, and releasing a deep breath, I force myself to open my eyes.
“Goddamn, pixie.” His molten gaze leaves a burning trail over my skin as it travels over my almost naked body. He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest, and my core clenches. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Chapter 7
Blake
Ifucked up.
My gut twists as I gaze up at the stunning masked woman on top of me and realise tonight won’t be enough. Not that it matters. I can’t give her anything else. My arsehole excuse for a father made sure of that. It was his parting gift.
Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I sit up and tenderly kiss her racing pulse as my fingers slide up her sides. She shivers from my touch, and I trail kisses over her throat and across her jaw until I meet her pouty mouth.
“Are you sure this is what you want, pixie?” I murmur against her lips.
She doesn’t hesitate. “I’m sure.”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I stand, groaning when she wraps her legs around me and my jean-clad erection presses into her warm heat. I lay her gently on the bed before removing my jeans and joining her. My mouth finds hers again, and I slide my tongue inside,kissing her deeply.
This is a bad idea. A simple kiss with this woman had me tied up in knots for weeks. Having sex with her may damn near break down every self-imposed wall I’ve built around myself since I was fourteen. I don’t know what it is about her, but I’ve never felt so drawn to someone. She’s a siren, calling through the darkness that is my haunting past.
Despite knowing how dangerous this could become for both of us, I allow my lips to leave hers and trace a torturous path down her body, my hands palming her perfect tits.
When my mouth reaches the apex of her thighs, still covered by her damp panties, I lift my gaze to hers.
“Is this okay?”
She licks her lips and nods.
Teasing her nipples with my fingers, I smirk. “I need words, pixie.”
“Please,” she whispers, arching her back. “Touch me.”
Fuck.
I’m done for.
Releasing her breasts, I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down her long, toned legs. Once she’s bare, I keep my eyes locked on her masked face as I run my tongue up the inside of her left thigh, stopping before I reach her sex. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I bite back my smile, repeating the action on her right thigh.
