Shirley let out heavy, satiated pants. She really didn’t know what or why she’d just done what she did with Adam. One minute, he was asking her to pretend to be his girlfriend and the next minute, he was fucking her and she wasn’t creating any form of resistance. It hurt her pride and self dignity. Uggghh! What was he? A fucking magnet? Why did she invite him to her house and have sex with him twice in a row without playing a little hard to get?
It infuriated her
Was that was she was going to go through if she accepted to be his fake girlfriend?
She didn’t want to let that happen.
“I’m not interested” she jutted her chin
“What?” Adam looked shocked
She faced him squarely
“Did you want to prove a point? Or maybe kill two birds with a stone? You could have just asked me to do it without having sex with me”
Adam raked his hair with his hands. He just couldn’t understand women. She also massacred him and now she was complaining? Did he make a mistake by coming here? Or having sex with her? Why was she getting unnecessarily pissed now?
“I’m sorry…”he ventured
“Sorry?” Her voice raised an octave
“I just couldn’t control myself when I saw you”
She scoffed. “you know what? Leave my house. I’m going to take a shower and you shouldn’t be here by the time I’m done” she said and made to stand up
“Here’s my business card. Call me if you change your mind” Adam said as he dropped the card on the bed
“I doubt I would” she muttered
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“What do I do now?” Rachel said, crying heavily. As usual, she’d gone to visit Bennett again and bare out her heart to him concerning Luke’s shenanigans and Allie’s new found confidence. It was all too tiring for her, but she refused to give up on Luke yet
“You should not stress yourself like this” Bennett wiped her face
“He’ll come to you without much effort. Just believe in yourself ” he comforted
“Thanks” she sniffed
“I’m always here for you” his face moved closer to hers and she picked the signal immediately. She was going to distract herself again. She wasn’t going to let Luke drive her crazy. That’s what Bennett was by her side for. She immediately meshed her mouth against his and he took her mouth with hungry urgency. Fire in the hold, she thought wildly, madly, feeling the instantaneous charge of her own helpless response. She wanted to grip him, hold him, mesh with every hard, muscular angle of his lean, virile length. The scent of him, the touch of him inflamed her senses with a drowning passion that was utterly self-absorbed. Tiny little sounds escaped her throat. Hot, electrifying pleasure engulfed her with every thrust of his tongue.
Her fingers slid with shameless hunger beneath his silk shirt, skimming luxuriantly over skin as smooth as velvet, feeling the taut contraction of his sleek muscles as he jerked and groaned beneath her exploration. He swept her up and pulled her down on top of him, expert hands gliding up the quivering stretch of her thighs, hitching up her confining skirt and then bringing her down again, sealing her into raw contact with the hard, throbbing length straining against his zip.
Shuddering, Alex released her swollen mouth, eyes of smouldering gold blazing over her rapt face.
“Come home with me… lie in bed with me… forget everything else,” he breathed raggedly.
“I can’t think straight…” she whispered
He laughed softly, dark eyes flashing gold with innate male satisfaction. He knew why she was in such a condition, knew that he could draw her, unresisting and quivering, into contact with every hard, muscular line of his length and extract a response that she had not yet learned to control.
With a shapely hand he stroked a silky strand of black hair back from her brow. Her heartbeat was racing like crazy, her breasts lifting within a light cotton bra which suddenly felt unbearably restrictive. “I also like the fact that I excite you…” Bennett purred.
A flush of horribly self-conscious heat marked out her slanted cheekbones as he glanced down at the thrusting evidence of her stiffened nipples poking through the cotton jersey. He leaned her back against the wall, sliding his hands below the T-shirt to skim caressingly up over the smooth skin of her taut ribcage.
Sara stopped breathing, held still by the smoulder of his golden eyes. With breathtaking cool, he flipped the bra out of his path. Her breasts sprang full and heavy into his shaping hands. Sensation fired a bitter-sweet ache between her thighs. She trembled. His thumbs grazed the achingly sensitive buds and she moaned and jerked, looking down at her wantonly bare flesh in mingled disbelief and excitement.
His dark head lowered. He ran the tip of his tongue along her full lower lip and then, with innately erotic precision, intruded sexily into the moist interior already invitingly opened to him. A stifled moan was torn from her, her hands rising of their own volition and clutching at his shoulders to prevent her sliding down the wall in an inelegant heap of shuddering responsiveness.
He settled a hand on the shallow indentation at the base of Rachel’s spine and tilted her forward into potent contact with his lean, powerful body. The heat and the ferociously physical feel of him against her shrivelled her defences, even before the hungry urgency of his mouth on hers blew them away completely. Locked to him, she swayed, knowing she had never dreamt that a kiss could make her feel so much. His pure passion called out to her and awakened a desperate craving for more.
She kissed him back eagerly, too worked up even to worry that her kissing might be of the amateur variety, too afraid that he might back off again as he had done twice before. As that subconscious fear penetrated she closed her arms round him, inviting, encouraging, no rational thought involved in the action. The piercing invasion of his tongue inside her mouth sent the blood racing like crazy through her veins and accelerated her heartbeat. Nothing had ever felt that necessary to her, nothing had ever felt that right.
But before he could do so she stretched up and kissed him with every atom of craving she possessed. The muscles in his lean, strong body turned rigid and then he suddenly crushed her lips under his, his tongue spearing hungrily down into the tender interior of her mouth to make her literally shudder with excitement and a blissful sense of coming home. That single kiss was like dynamite to her self-control. With an eager gasp of response she melted into him, bones turning to mush under the onslaught of the piercing hunger gathering low in her pelvis. A door opened but she didn’t hear it, reacting only when it slammed shut again.