Caught

A shudder coursed through her, but she shook her head. “But you won’t. You never do.”

He pressed the front of his body against hers, so she could feel everything—everything. His hardness. His desire.

He needed her to know there was one man, one man, who’d die for her. That he truly believed no other would ever want her the way he did. Groaning as he lost control, he nuzzled her hair, his blood pumping hot and primal in his veins.

“Can’t stop thinking that if I’d kissed you before, you’d have realized”—he pulled her face with both his hands up to his lips as her breasts crushed against his chest—“I wasn’t the one kissing you.”

She flung her arms around him as he pulled her close, slanted his head, and hungrily covered her lips with his.

The contact was amazing. Electrifying. Terrifying.

Fire raced from the tip of his lips to the soles of his feet. She moaned against him; tasted sweet and minty and warm, making him dizzy with arousal.

“Meg,” he rasped against her, turning his head to take her lips from another angle. “Mmm. So good.” He nipped, and licked, and gently bit. “Say it, say it’s me you want.”

“Please, Cody, please…”

The gasped words were so powerful he could barely take them, caught her wrists before she kissed him again, pinned them up over her head before she ripped his control to shreds.

Her chest heaved, her nipples jutting out and pushing against the fabric of her T-shirt, drawing his eyes. He bent his head, heard her catch her breath when he caught a nipple through the material with his lips.

She pulled her arms free and clutched the back of his head closer, gasping, “Oh, God, yes.”

He growled. “I feel so starved. Every time I hear you humming to yourself, every time you take a sip of whatever it is you have in your drink, I want to be tasting that sweet, sexy mouth.”

He came up and seized her lower lip between his teeth, swiping the plump flesh with his tongue, devouring her as softly as he could while he raised his hand and cupped her breast, kneading it.

She gasped when he pinched her nipple, and the sound drove him wild. He bent his head and suckled the taut bead through the thin fabric, his cock an aching pain inside his pants, his balls gathered high and straining in pain, they were so full.

Her breathing escalated, and when she mewled for him, his blood stormed through his body like an avalanche of need. He flattened her against the wall, grinding his hips against her, kissing her lips as his hands squeezed her hips, her waist, then dragged up to cup both her breasts. I love you, he thought. I love you I love you I love you.

But he pushed the words aside, the thoughts. This was sex. Animal attraction. He could never love her like she deserved, could never be the solid, dependable guy she needed. His brother was a murderer. He wasn’t the man for her. He wasn’t even man enough to stop.

Hungrily, he kissed her creamy neck and tasted her skin, soft and sweet. Mine. Mine. Mine, an angry primal part of him said, insisting he claim her, once and for all. No one else would touch her. Ivan could no longer stake a claim, not even try to.

Mine.

He pressed his lips over hers, and as her tongue came out to play, her taste flooded him, sparked him up like a fire. He made a moaning, groaning noise of need as he luxuriated in the soft feel of her in his arms, under his moving hands, the intoxicating taste of her. He tore his mouth away and set his nose against hers, rolling his forehead against hers as he tried to capture his breath.

“I’m losing it.” He crushed her lips with his again when all she managed was a moan, her fingers tunneling through his hair, pulling him down to her.

This was the stuff of his wet dreams, of his every forbidden fantasy. Kissing Megan, hearing the way she moaned, the fast way she breathed, feeling her, smelling her.

He dragged his lips up her jaw, to her temple, to her ear, cupping her face, hating that his hands trembled, hating that he couldn’t stop himself, not now, not anymore. He wanted to memorize the exact taste, the shape of every part of her, he wanted his tongue, his teeth, every cell in his body to know her tonight. “Mine…”

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“… all mine.”

Her world was spinning in heat, in colors, in beauty. Cody’s lips, his hands, his words. She was floating in a sea of sensation and didn’t want to stop, ever.

Megan tightened her arms around his neck, moving restlessly as she kissed his neck, his jaw, his lips.

His fingertips trailed under her T-shirt, caressing her softly, and against her throat he said, “This is me.” Meaningfully his erection scraped against the side of her hips. “And this, Megan, this is why you needed to stay away from me.”

He backed her into the bed and, before she could lie down, his tongue surged into her mouth, and as it plunged, his hands moved to her jeans.

He panted as he unhooked the top button with one hand, then stroked her cheekbones with the finge