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It would seem a weekend of really great sex had turned me to the dark side. Though, I wasn’t sure another man could pull off the neck grab and authority the way Wilson did.
Wilson’s hand dropped to shut the door. I was divested of my coffee. Both of our mugs hit the dresser. Then I was backing up as Wilson stalked forward.
“There’s nowhere to run, princess.”
Eek.
Why did that sound so sexy?
I hadn’t made it more than a few feet before Wilson’s hand was gliding over my cheek.
“So fucking beautiful.”
His mouth slammed down, my lips parted, and he kissed me. Long, drugging stokes of his tongue. He tasted of coffee and toothpaste. A combination that shouldn’t’ve been appealing yet on Wilson it was intoxicating.
I pressed closer, needing more.
With a growl that sent me spiraling, his hand shoved down the front of my sweats. And like the master he was, the pad of his finger hit my clit with precision. The slow circles his finger made contrasted the deep wild kiss. The conflicting sensations confused my senses. My hips rocked, wanting more pressure. The rest of me melted into his kiss. My breasts felt heavy and ached to be touched.
By the time he broke the kiss I was nothing more than a needy ball of desire.
“What do you need, sweet Atlee?”
“You.”
His fingers slid through my wet.
“Is this what you need?” he asked as he shoved two fingers inside of me.
Yes!
His fingers pumped. My hips rocked faster.
So close but I needed more.
Wanted more.
“Say it,” he growled.
“More.”
“Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
Bastard.
He knew what I wanted.
“I want you,” I moaned.
“You have me.”
If only that was the truth.
The man knew my body. Knew exactly what to do to keep me reaching for my climax. His fingers kept me where he wanted—right on the edge.
“I want your dick.”
In a flurry of motion he ripped my sweats and panties down my legs. I kicked them off with a desperation I wasn’t proud of. Wilson shoved his pants down just far enough for his dick to spring free. Then I was up and planted on his erection. A moan tore from my throat as my inner muscles contracted around the violent intrusion.
