Page 15 of Beastly Mr. Buchanan
Fucking hell, to see her so discombobulated is its own kind of wonderful hell.I long to both comfort and push her further, but knowing I’ve already pushed too far fills me with an indescribable panic.
“If I do, you’ll never come back,” I lament.
She freezes mid tug and turns to look over her shoulder at me.Our height difference forces her to crane her neck.
“Excuse me?”she snarls.
“I can’t let you go if you’re never coming back.”
I don’t care how pathetic I sound right now.She was the only person in my entire life who cared enough to push past my defenses to reach the broken soul underneath.The only one to see my pain and offer a hug instead of a scolding.The only person who recognized the monster inside the abused little boy but never feared me.
Even my grandmother only pushes me so far.
Karey’s knuckles turn white on the handle, and pure disdain shines from her caramel orbs.
“It would only be right.You left me first.”
Her words punch me in the gut.
I add my other hand to the wall, completing her cage of muscle, and give in to temptation.It’s better than putting my hands on her.
Dipping my head, I nuzzle my face into her hair.Soft strands tease my lips and chin.My hard cock pounds with every rapid beat of my heart.
“I’m sorry, Karey.I was young and stupid and—”
She knocks the wind out of me with a shockingly precise and powerful elbow strike to my solar plexus.I press my fingertips into the wall and door, refusing to budge despite the pain.
“Get off me,” she demands with another jab.
I grunt and fight the growing rage inside me by inhaling her scent.The urge to sandwich her between me and the wall and grind my erection against her delectable curves nearly wins when she kicks backward and nails me in the shin again.
I try again despite the agony.
“I’m sor—”
“No!You don’t get to apologize.I don’t care anymore.I—”
Her breath whooshes out of her chest with a cute little squeak as I give in to temptation and plaster my front to her back.
Fucking goddammit, her curves are pure perfection.She wriggles and writhes, rubbing against my trapped cock and causing delicious friction.I choke back a groan as magma escapes my balls and sears the inside of my shaft.
“Stop wiggling,” I snarl.
“No.Get off me,” she snaps.
I tilt my hips, grinding my painfully hard cock against her back.She freezes as though fully realizing her predicament for the first time.
She curls her hands into fists on the door and grits her teeth.
Her sleeve slips down to reveal an inch of the bruise covering her arm.Ice travels down my spine.
I’m an asshole.
With grim realization, I recognize her clothes as the same ones she wore to the party yesterday.
This room was supposed to be her sanctuary, but I invaded it.
A normal man would feel guilt.I merely want to make it worthwhile.
