Page 90 of Pure Recklessness

Blake’s lips were hot, hungry and insistent.

He wasn’t just kissing me.

He was claiming me.

I parted my lips, revelling in the sensations shooting up my spine, pulsing between my legs and scrambling my brain.

God, this man knew how to kiss.

As his tongue slid into my mouth, my breath hitched.

I didn’t think it was possible for the kiss to get any more intense, but within seconds it escalated to a messy, greedy, urgent tangle of tongues and lips.

And I never wanted it to end.

Mr Devlin’s hardness pressed against me and I groaned with pleasure.

He put his hand on my knee, slid it across to the slit of my dress, then trailed it up my thigh.

‘Oh God,’ I moaned, bucking against him.

Holy. Bloody. Hell.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Not only was Mr Devlin kissing me like his life depended on it, now he was touching me.

Finally.

I’d dreamt about this moment so many times.

Feeling his big, manly palm on my skin was incredible.

Now I couldn’t wait for him to touch me there.

‘Jesus Christ,’ he gritted out, as his hand slid further up my thigh, before slipping between my legs, then up to my pussy.

Oh.

My.

Good.

God.

He flicked his thumb over my clitoris and I cried out.

‘You’re soaked,’ he said.

‘I…’ My breath caught in my throat. ‘I know.’

‘Is this what you want?’ he growled, continuing to stroke my sensitive bud over my knickers. ‘You want me to fuck you?’

‘Yes,’ I panted. ‘Please.’

‘You want me to bury my cock inside you?’ He hitched up my dress around my waist then pushed my knickers to the side.

‘Yes. Now,’ I panted. ‘That’s what I want.’