Page 142 of Lost & Found

Anger and something I couldn’t quite place shone in her eyes. Her hand raised once more, and I grabbed it before it could connect.

My jaw flexed. “Are we hitting now? Is that a thing with you?”

“I wasn’t done,” she huffed.

“Yes. You. Were,” I breathed, finding more of that earlier lost control.

With my fingers still closed around her wrist, I drew several deep breaths. Her own was hitched. I turned her hand over, pressing my lips to the soft center of her palm. She jerked, trying to pull away, but I tightened my grip, feeling the faint tremble in her fingers.

I yanked her other hand into mine and shoved them both over her head. The silk of her pajama top rubbed against my chest as her breast strained against the fabric.

Pushing her back down against the bed, I leaned in. “In my world, words like shouldn’t, stop, and no mean exactly that.”

“We’re not in that world,” she said as fire shot out of her eyes.

God, she was breathtaking.

“I may have slipped back there, pun intended, but the truth is, I’m always in that world. Now, if I let your hands go, do you promise not to smack me anymore?”

“No,” she taunted.

Her chest heaved, drawing my attention.

“Where is this coming from?” I asked, trying to understand this beautiful woman but feeling like an abject failure. The many-faceted sides of her were too confusing.

“It’s your fault. All you do is tease me. You have every day since we got here. Literally, from day one.”

“Is that right? I’ve teased you? Let’s go back to day one. If I recall after we walked the boardwalk, you thrust your little legs into my lap to massage your tired muscles—”

“That’s not fair. You do that with Kinsley all the time. And they were sore.” She shifted her eyes away from mine.

“Uh, huh. But I’m pretty sure no part of her feet has touched my dick. Ever.”

“Ugh, I hate you.”

“What about the way you dragged your ass against my cock as we stood outside waiting for the roller coaster?”

“I did not,” she hissed. “We were swaying to the music.”

“I see. So you didn’t push your tight ass against me?”

“I already said I didn’t,” she sneered.

I let her hand go and sighed in frustration. Shaking my head, I moved to my side of the bed, reaching for my sweats that had been pushed down past my ass at this point. I had no sooner gotten comfortable beside her than she jumped on me. Once more, her hand shot out and cracked against my cheek—I froze. My cock roared back to life.

Jesus, what the hell was happening here?

“You took my virginity. You said sex could be mind-blowing. I want to experience that, and I was until you stopped.”

Then, without warning, she leaned down and kissed me. Fuck, her lips were addictive, and I relaxed into the kiss, allowing her to take control. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and moved against mine. Her taste was sweet, and I may as well have been a starving man. I needed this. I needed her.

The feel of her fingers on my waistband barely registered as she continued to kiss me. She pulled on my bottom lip, distracting me further, sucking it into her mouth and nibbling on it. Somehow, once again she freed my cock. I hissed at the heat that greeted me.

“You said we shouldn’t—shit,” I moaned as she sank slowly down on me, stealing my breath.

“Forget what I said. I need to be fucked, Lev, and I need you to do it because damn it—”

Her words cut off sharply, and she moaned as my hands moved to her ass and I ground her against me. Leaning down, she kissed me again. Her hips rocked, and I met her movements with slow thrusts, gasping into her mouth.