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“Did you text yourself from my phone?” I arch an eyebrow as if I disapprove.
I don’t disapprove. I’m thrilled.
“So I can check on you.”
Pressing my lips into a smile, I meet his blue eyes. “I like this protective side.”
Large hands grip my waist, and he pulls me to him roughly. “Get used to it.”
Leaning down, he starts to kiss me, and I’m on my tiptoes meeting him halfway. Looping my arms around his neck, I press my body fully to his. His hands slide down to grip my ass, and I’m off my feet. Two steps and my back is pressed to the wall.
His waist is between my thighs, and with every rock of our hips, energy surges in my core. I’m hot and wet and needy.
This amazing man, this strong, grumpy man who helps me so much and kisses me like he can’t get enough of me. I can’t get enough of him.
He tastes like minty toothpaste, and he smells like sandalwood and soap. Moaning, I pull up his shirt, raking my fingernails over his bare skin. His fingers thread in my hair, and he pulls my head back as he devours my neck, teeth scraping my skin.
One large hand finds the hem of my shirt, lifting it to cup my bare breasts, squeezing and kneading.
“Fuck, I love your tits.” Leaning down, he covers one with his mouth, and a moan escapes me on a hot breath.
Reaching up, he puts a hand over my mouth before moving to the other side, kissing, sucking, biting. It’s all so much, my head spins.
His cock is hard against my stomach, and I rock my pelvis, increasing the friction and heat between our most sensitive parts. Flexing my thighs, I ride him, rising higher on every wave of pleasure.
I’ve got to be quiet. I’m going to wake Edward, but my mind has tunneled. I want him inside me.
“Dammit.” He moves his hand from my breast to my ass, lowering me to my feet and pushing off the wall to get away. “Go to bed, Rachel.”
We’re both panting, and my brow furrows.
I blink my eyes open to look at him. “What?”
Please say I misunderstood him.
He grips my arm, moving me to the side so he can open the door. “You have to go to bed. Now.”
His tone is firm, but I’m dying. “But… But you’re… You can’t!”
At this point, he’s practically lifting me off my feet by my upper arms and placing me in the hallway. “Goodnight.” It’s a rough growl.
“Goodnight…?” I want to cry, beg, demand.No!
He’s standing in front of me breathing like the Hulk, and I shake my head, doing my best to use my words after that kiss, that grinding session.
“But what about you?” I nod at the erection straining his pants, my core tingling. “You can’t keep doing this. It’s not healthy.”
“I’m not going to fuck you in my bedroom.”
“Ever?”
I reach for him, but he catches my hand, moving it again to my side. “Not tonight.”
“Even if I say please?” I force a little smile, blinking up at him.
Another low groan. His fingers close around my hand, and he pulls it to his lips for a brief kiss. “We’d wake the whole house.”
“We might not.” I want to argue I can be good. I can scream into a pillow.
