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“No,” I reply.
He lifts an eyebrow.
“I know this is all my fault,” I tell him before I can think better of it, “but even if you thought I’d finished with Cam last night, you should be more understanding. I’ve been with the guy for seven years. I owe him more than this.”
Henry’s eyes gleam. Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
His pupils have dilated. He nudges my knees apart with the leg that’s resting on me.
“You think I’m going to let you go now I know how much you want me?” He moves his hand between my legs, and I gasp as he draws his fingers through my folds, then brings them up to his mouth and sucks them. “Now I know what you taste like?” He lowers his hand again and slips his fingers right down inside me. His lips hover over mine. “How it feels to be inside you?”
Ohhh… shit. This has been a huge mistake. I shouldn’t have come here. He’s not the gentleman I thought he was. He’s a rogue in sheep’s clothing. I was a fool to think I could sleep with him without there being repercussions.
He brushes his lips against mine, continuing to stroke inside me. “Do you know how much I want you?”
“I have an idea.” I sound breathless, even to myself. “I have a broom handle poking my hip.”
He chuckles and thrusts it against me. Jesus, it’s enormous.
“Don’t you want this inside you?” he asks silkily.
Oh God, I really do. I groan, my hips tilting up in spite of myself.
He brushes his lips over mine. “Tell me to stop, Juliette, and I’ll stop.”
I close my eyes. He’s pressing up with his fingers, and ohhh… holy moly, I thought the G-spot was a myth, like Atlantis, but it appears to be real. At the same time his thumb circles over my clit. His fingers are making squelchy noises, but he obviously doesn’t care. I squirm, but he doesn’t let up, and my traitorous body responds. My internal muscles clench, and his breath hisses across my lips.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” he demands.
God help me, but I can’t. Ohhh… this man… I’ve always thought him handsome, and found him attractive… but I didn’t expect him to be like this… so commanding…
He kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth, and I lie there and let him, because I’m powerless to stop him. He kisses me like a man who hasn’t kissed anyone for ten years, as if kissing me is the only thing he’s ever wanted to do.
When he finally tears his mouth from mine and his lips sear down my throat, I’m seeing stars.
He places big, wet, hungry kisses, and then when he reaches the place where my neck meets my shoulder, he fastens his mouth there and sucks, hard.
I squeal, annoyed that it arouses me. “Henry!”
He just laughs though, withdraws his fingers, and rises up over me. While I lie panting and aching for fulfillment, he leans over and grabs his wallet from the bedside table, takes out a condom, rips off the wrapper, and rolls it on. He strokes the tip down through my wet, swollen skin and presses against my entrance. Then he leans over me.
“Tell me to stop,” he says again. His eyes are blazing. He looks unashamed and unrepentant.
My eyes prick with tears, and my bottom lip trembles, but I can’t bring myself to utter the words.
His gaze searches mine, and he must see my emotion, because for the first time a frown flickers on his brow. But he doesn’t stop. Slowly, with our eyes locked, he pushes up my knees, then slides inside me. Once, twice, thrice, coating himself with my moisture. He only stops when he’s up to the hilt, his hips pressed against the back of my thighs.
My lips part with a soundless groan, and my eyes close at the sensation of being stretched and filled. Oh God. To my absolute limits.
For a moment, he doesn’t move. I give deep, ragged gasps as I struggle to adjust.
“Ooh…” I blow out a breath.
He bends and kisses me. “All right, baby?”
“No. You’re enormous.”
He lowers down. “No, I’m not. You’re tight. Must be all those pelvic floor exercises you do.”
