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“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Something I shouldn’t,” I say, and then I kiss her.
She doesn’t sound shocked as our lips connect. She gasps, muffled through the kiss, but it sounds like a noise of satisfaction rather than surprise. I groan when I feel her warmth, her eagerness, our lips moving together. My hands go into autopilot, hungrily smoothing down her body to her hips. I squeeze onto her voluptuous form like the indulgent obsessive she makes me.
My manhood stiffens and then becomes so hard I think it might explode when she pushes her body against mine. She shifts up and down, grinding my stiff length with her belly, my tip hot with precome. It knows how close I am to her womb. To giving her a child. It’s official. I’ve lost my mind, but if this is madness, it’s never felt so good.
She moans when I slip my hands around to her ass cheeks, massaging them as I try to hold back the fullness of my need. If I let it go now, I’d lift her into my arms, storm up the stairs, kick open her bedroom door, and throw her down. I’d fall atop her and give her every inch of my passion.
“Your ass is perfect,” I growl when she breaks off the kiss.
She whimpers, her eyes widening. “Why are you doing this?”
I push her cheeks together, eliciting a ball-tingling moaning noise, a sound that goes directly to my base. I didn’t think my manhood could get any harder or larger, but it does. It swells. It bulges. The very end of my cock tingles, getting ready for her tight hole.
“Because I can’t stop myself,” I groan, kissing her again.
She loops her arms around me and then opens her mouth. I find her tongue with mine, more nerves buzzing, more heat flaring between us. Her body keeps shifting, almost like she’s not doing it on purpose. It’s a byproduct of her pleasure.
My mind floods with her, moving in the same frantic way. Now she’s on her back, naked, her hands massaging her curvy tits as my fingers stroke along her folds, to her clit, and then guide my finger to her hole and slip it deep inside.
She grabs my chest, leaning back in my embrace, her lips red as she stares at me.
“But why?” she whispers. “Why me?”
“You don’t have to ask that,” I snap. “You’re beautiful. You’re sexy.”
You’re mine, I almost say, but I manage to hold that back. It would only lead to confusion, and she might ask me to stop. I’m not sure I can.
When I kiss her again, she sinks into it. I feel her melting into lust. She gasps gorgeously when I lift her off her feet. Her legs wrap around me as if led by instinct, and she moans through the kiss when I carry her to the couch, softly laying her down.
Staring up at me, she’s never looked more captivating. Her cheeks are flushed. Her mouth is open, curved sideways like part of her thinks this is a joke, and I’m going to reveal the punchline any second, but when I slide my hand up her leg, any jokiness fades.
This isn’t the same couch Luke and Mallory owned when I used to visit often, but it’s in the same position. It’s the same living room. Mallory is the same woman she was then, only with more scars and pain. These are all reasons I should stop, but the path of my hand is too certain, with too much longing behind it. It becomes even more challenging to turn back when her heat beckons to me, the warmth between her thighs tempting me with how wet she is, how tight her hole is, how perfect hereverythingis.
She whimpers when I push my hand between her legs, rubbing her sex through the fabric of her clothes. There’s something so intoxicating about her eyes, the way they track the pleasure, shifting in time with my hand.
I can’t feel anything specific through her jeans—the fabric is too thick—but her warmth and her wetness are enough. I grunt as I rub quicker, stroking my hand up and down, leaning up to look at her. I take all of her in, her body beginning to pump in time with the movement of my hands.
This is Mallory and Luke’s daughter.
The warning voice inside of me is weak, low, and ineffective. It’s difficult to care even a little about what it’s saying. All that matters is her body, the sound of her moans as she lets out more of her pleasure. The moaning comes shyly and quietly, but then she realizes she doesn’t have to be shy. Not with me.
She opens her mouth, moaning louder, her voice catching as I grind my hand. The hitch in her voice is almost enough to make me forget my manners. I’ve already crossed one line by kissing her, another by pushing down against her hot young sex, but I want to crossallthe lines—turn savage, tear off her clothes, expose her soaked hole, and drive my manhood inside her. I force myself to take it slow… for now.
CHAPTER9
Zoey
His hand moves possessively, hungrily, like there’s nobody else he’d rather touch. It’s difficult to think beyond his hand, the burning between my thighs, my panties rubbing against my folds and my clit, and my hole getting wetter each moment.
It’s difficult to think about Dad, the man who was there, and then, suddenly, not. Or about Mom and the very real possibility that she and Jax were together once upon a time. Difficult, but not impossible. I lean up and find Jax’s lips to push the thoughts away.
Nerves try to stop me from doing this, pushing down any silly sense of bravery clinging to me. It’s easy to forget when our lips meet, and he surges against me. He crushes me with his kiss, growling as his hand busies at my pants. He’s tugging at my button. I move my hand to him, meaning to make him stop. There’s only so far we can go with this. What if Mom comes home early? It’s more than that. There’s a lot he doesn’t know about me.
When my hand reaches his, I don’t push him away as planned. Instead, I work at the clasp. Together, we get it loose, and I knowthisis the point I should tell him.Thisis the point I should be brave and warn him before he goes any further. I can’t do, can’tbe,everything he wants. Whatever this is, it’s clear he wants to have sex, but I can’t summon the words—not when our tongues caress each other, not when his hand slips down my panties, nothing between us but skin and skin.
He shudders, breaking off the kiss, leaning up and staring at me, complete captivation in his expression. I never dreamed any man would look at me like that. Nothing else matters to him right now. Just this moment. Justme.
