Claim - Page 78

He made a deep, masculine sound and then his mouth was on mine. The kiss was hard and rough.

Exactly what I needed.

My hands speared into his hair, and I kissed him back. I poured all my pent-up desire into it. He smelled like healthy sweat and Beau, but I didn’t care that he’d just finished a fight. I wanted him too much.

He carried me several steps, and pressed my back to the wall. His hands bunched up the skirt of my dress.

“Need to fuck you.” His voice was so low I could barely understand him.

I reached under my skirt, and nudged my panties down.

Beau did the rest, and I felt the lace slip down my legs. I kicked my heels off.

He shoved my skirt out of his way, and I felt him push his boxing shorts down.

“You ready for me?” His voice was like gravel.

Even now, in the throes of one of the hottest moments of my life, he was looking after me.

“Yes. The fight…I’m wet.”

That got me a primal growl. He hitched me higher and shoved between my legs.

With one hard thrust, he filled me.

I cried out, clawing at his bare shoulders. I felt him. The sweet sting of taking him.

Then he started to slam into me.

I held on, reveling in each hard thrust. Each hard claim. His big hands slid under my ass, and I felt the tape still on one ofthem. It scraped across my sensitive skin. I wrapped my legs around him as tight as I could.

My moans filled the room, along with Beau’s grunts. Every hard stroke felt like a possession. I whimpered.

“Get there, Bell,” he ordered.

It was all I needed. I came, my orgasm as strong and rough as Beau’s thrusts.

I screamed.

Then he pumped into me again, pinning me hard to the wall. His groan was loud as he came. Every muscle in his body strained.

Then finally, there was just our heavy breathing, and the rapid drum of my heart. Pleasure tingled through every part of me. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to walk again, but it was worth it.

“I really liked watching you fight,” I said huskily.

His laugh was low and rough. He pulled me away from the wall, holding my weight easily.

He kissed me. It was the opposite of the fast, desperate sex we’d just had. The kiss was slow and lazy, but still a claiming.

“I messed you up,” he said.

“Makeup and hair can be fixed.” I had some essentials in my handbag.

He set me down, and ran a thumb over my lips. “I didn’t use a condom.”

Oh. Now I was aware of the stickiness between my thighs.

“You on birth control?”