Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

not hard, but with enough force that she let out a little cry of

surprise. Claire was the wall at her front, caging her in. She

pinned Haley’s wrists above her head with her hands and

pressed in until her body was flush against hers, their curves

meeting in a jarring shock that left them both gasping.

She dipped her head to Haley’s and didn’t show her what a

real kiss felt like. She exploded like a bomb, her lips, her

tongue, her teeth the shrapnel that tore through Haley. Not a

bit of her was soft or yielding. She didn’t kiss Haley like a

lover would, with sweetness and tenderness and care. She took

her mouth, claiming and dominating until Haley was mewling

and whimpering. Her hips slammed against Claire’s. Her head

fell back, slamming against the spines of the books, and Claire

licked at her throat, lapping up the sweet taste of her skin. She

let go of Haley’s hands and tore the first three buttons of her

blouse open so she could bite her on her shoulder.

“Fuck,” Haley cried. It was a good fuck. “Please,” she

whispered, as if to clarify. She offered herself like a choice

morsel, tilting her head to the side to expose her neck.

Claire pulled away, but Haley’s hands scrabbled for her

shoulders, trying to pull her back. “What if I don’t want to

taste you there? What if I want to tear that little skirt off of

you, shred your panties, and taste your secrets?”

“Holy God,” Haley moaned.

It was too much. Claire hadn’t meant to say that. She’d

meant to kiss Haley and that was it, but then she’d felt the

sweetness of her lush curves pressed against her. The heat of

her skin. The taste of her, which was a fucking aphrodisiac

straight from heaven. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted

more, more, more.