Page 85 of Marrying My Ex's Brother
“Maybe I want to make one.”
That breaks the last of my restraint.
She gasps as I lift her off the floor, one arm locked around her waist, the other under her thigh. Her hands fly to my shoulders, and for one second her eyes go wide. I carry her back against the nearest wall and take her mouth before she can say anything clever.
There’s nothing careful or controlled about the kiss.
Her arms lock around my neck, and her fingers dig into my hair as if she wants to hurt me a little. I let her. I like it. I like the fight in her, the heat, the way she gives in and resists at the same time.
Her legs tighten around my waist.
She feels me then. The hard length of my cock pressed against her through my trousers. Her breath catches into my mouth, and I feel the shock go through her body.
I pull back just enough to look at her. “Still want to play?”
Her cheeks are flushed. Her lips are swollen. Her eyes drop between us, then back to mine.
“Yes,” she says.
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He kissesme like he has finally stopped pretending.
There’s no careful first touch, no softness, no polite warning. One second I’m standing in front of him with my hand on his cock through his trousers, smiling because I can feel him getting harder under my palm, and the next he has me in his arms.
My back hits the wall.
His mouth takes mine.
I gasp, and he uses it, kissing me deeper, one hand locked under my thigh, the other gripping my waist hard enough to make me feel owned and furious and dizzy all at once.
I kiss him back.
I don’t think. I don’t plan. I just grab his face and kiss him like I’ve wanted this since the corridor at the restaurant, since his eyes dropped to my mouth, since his voice first made something in me go hot and stupid.
He groans into my mouth when I pull at his hair, and the sound does something terrible to me.
I press myself closer, and I feel him fully now, thick and hard between us. His cock strains against his trousers, and the knowledge that I did that makes heat flood through me so fast my body almost can’t hold it.
Yaromir breaks the kiss only to drag his mouth down my jaw. “You wanted to prove something?” he says against my throat.
I’m already panting. “Maybe.”
His teeth scrape my skin. “Then don’t go quiet now.”
My whole body clenches.
He carries me from the wall to the bed and drops me onto the mattress. Not gently. Not cruelly. Just with the confidence of a man who knows exactly what he wants and has finally decided to take it.
I land on my back, breathless, nightdress twisted high around my thighs.
For one second, he just stands over me. His shirt is wrinkled from my hands. His hair is slightly messed. His scar looks harsher in the low light. His eyes move over me slowly, and everywhere he looks, I feel it.
His gaze drops to my tits beneath the thin nightdress. My nipples are hard, pushing against the fabric, and his jaw tightens when he sees it. “You’re so responsive,” he says.
My face burns. “Don’t say that.”
