he said with a snap.
“Yes, and I think you’ll find that was a mistake.”
His chuckle was dry and humorless. He took a step toward her, and she held out a hand to stop his progress. He stood still, but his eyes were moving all over her body as if he was figuring out the best way of gulping her down whole.
“It’s not a mistake that you keep making, Bethany. You keep kissing me because that’s what you want. In your moments of weakness, I’m right there. The one you want.”
“In my moments of weakness. You said so yourself. This isn’t real, London. You think you want me because I had the audacity to say no to you. To reject you.” It was a bald-faced lie, and she hoped he saw right through her.
“Not real?” His voice was thunder as he advanced on her. “This isn’t real?” He sealed her mouth to hers.
Oh.
Oh, wow.
Oh, sweet Lord up in heaven.
No kiss had ever been so thorough. So powerful. So perfect.
His lips moved against hers at bruising speeds, but she returned the intensity stroke for stroke. Their tongues met, and the erotic taste of his mouth made Bethany whimper. His hands tangled in her hair, while hers got caught in the folds of his shirt. His erection was pressed into her side, and feeling it so solidly against her made her ache for more of his touch. She wanted to explore the hard length of him at the center of her, and she cursed her addiction to pencil skirts. She couldn’t wrap her legs around his waist to rock against his cock. She groaned at the thought that she was missing out on it. If anyone could make her fantasy come true, it was him.
London must have been reading her mind, because he let go of her hair, and with a few well-placed tugs, he had her skirt bunched up at her waist. He palmed her ass and lifted her clear off the floor. And all without breaking the contact of the kiss. Bethany closed her legs around his hips, and she pressed herself as close to him as she could. Every single inch of her body was pressed to his, and it was all she had ever wanted. To be locked in this moment with London.
He wasn’t the playboy with thousands of conquests anymore.
He was simply a man.
A man she wanted desperately, and judging by the way he was devouring her mouth and the raging hard-on in his pants, he wanted her as much as she did him. It was a potent thing to know that she was doing it for him. Bethany could have continued eating London’s face until the world ended, and she wouldn’t have cared.
When he pulled away, she pouted with a huff.
“Beth,” he crooned, just as breathless as her. “What are we doing here?”
“Well, we were kissing.”
“Hmm. Yes, I am aware of that.” His eyes lingered on her lips. “But why? You were just in the middle of admonishing me. Should I let you go?” He tightened his hold on her as if it were the very last thing he wanted to do.
Bethany took a deep breath, trying to clear the lusty haze that was wrapped around her thoughts. But the more air she let into her lungs, the more she was convinced that she wanted more of London. Later, she could blame the fact that all she could smell was him, that all she could feel was her body against his. But that would be later.
For now, Bethany put a pause on herself. She was no longer the hardworking public relations go-getter who had built her business up from scratch. For once, she needed to do something for her.
She was a woman with needs. Most of which hadn’t been met in entirely too long. She was a woman who had lusted after London for a very long time.
Most importantly, she was a woman.
She rocked against him, holding onto his neck with just one arm. The other went between him, where she cupped his cock in her hand. She squeezed ever so gently until London began a low growl in the back of his throat. She leaned down to kiss his jawline, making sure to commit the straight, cut line to memory. She trailed more kisses down his neck. Her hand was still offering his erection gentle pressure.
“Beth, love. Tell me what you want.”
She bit down on the junction of his neck and shoulder.
“Those aren’t words, Bethany.”
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