Page 89 of Best Kind of Trouble
“Fuck it.” I weave my hand through her hair, gripping it, and lower my mouth to hers, the way I’ve been dreaming about ever since I kissed her in her office.
She kisses me back, thank Christ, pushing up into me like she wants our mouths to fuse together.
I can’t have her. She’s not mine. But I don’t pull away. I need the feeling of her lips against mine, and the little moans she’s making in the back of her throat. She weaves her arms around the back of my neck and pulls me down to her like she wants to consume me.
She could if she wanted to. I’d let her swallow me whole.
I suck in her bottom lip, then pull away just enough to say, “The bench,” my voice so ragged with need I barely recognize it.
She leans in and kisses me again. I lift her up by the hips, and she laughs into my mouth as she wraps her long legs around my waist. I’m still kissing her as I move blindly toward the bench, sucking on her lips and her tongue. When I finally reach it, I sit back, lowering her with me, and she’s straddling my dick again, just like the other night.
Her hair is everywhere, and I grab a fistful and tug it lightly as I kiss her, moaning when she presses her hips into me. I break away, my face still inches from hers, and say, “You’re beautiful and strong. They don’t deserve you.”
Wonder is written across her face, and it kills me. I tug hercloser, wanting to absorb her pain and kiss every delicious inch of her.
She pulls away slightly, doubt flickering in her eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Oh, I fucking know it. Right now, I don’t care.”
Resolve hardens in her gaze. “This is what I want. This is what is going to make me feel better tonight. We don’t have to make a big deal out of it at work, and…” She sucks her lower lip between her teeth. “It would be better if Hannah never knows.”
“That’s for damn sure.” I pause, studying her, my hand lowering from her hair to her perfectly sculpted ass. Her legs are still wrapped around me, as if she wants to keep me here and mistakenly thinks there’s even chance in hell I’d willingly leave. It makes me feel wanted in the best kind of way, even though there’s a warning siren blaring in the back of my head. The knowledge that this shouldn’t be happening, and there will be a price I might not want to pay.
She said she needs me, though, and I’m not backing away.
My body is the only thing I know how to give people anyway, and if she wants it, it’s hers. For tonight.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I ask.
I already know the answer, but I’d like to hear the words in her sweet voice.
She takes a slow, deep breath, her whole body shuddering against me, then nods. “I want to be with you tonight.” She glances at the door. “Is there…is there any chance someone else will come in?”
My dick instantly gets harder. I didn’t think she meant she wanted to do itin here.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
BRIAR
The look on Liam’s face sends panic skating through me, even though I can feel how much he wants me. It’s literally pressing into me, making me dirty promises.
Bigpromises.
“You want it here?” he asks.
“Oh my God,” I say, alarmed. “You think I’m a slut. I mean, here I am, practically begging you to?—”
I try to get up, but he firms his grip on my butt.
“I don’t think you’re a slut, but I’m not about to complain if you want me to fuck you.” His voice is a lustful growl, and I’m so turned on by the way he saysfuck—confidently, with zero, well, fucks. He pulls me closer, his next words practically whispered against my lips. “But I figured you’d take me back to your apartment.”
“I don’t do this sort of thing. I’m usually in relationships, but after I found out about Jonah?—”
The sound he makes now is definitely a growl.
“You don’t like talking about Jonah,” I say. “I remember. I don’t like talking about him either, but he’s the last man I?—”
He stops me with a hard kiss, lifting his hips as his mouth claims mine. He kisses me like he wants to suck my soul out of my body. I can feel him beneath me, straining for me, and I’m sure I’m sopping wet. It’ll be embarrassing when he feels it.
