it on the end table and looks at me like he doesn't know what to do with me.
He takes his gun out, making sure to point it away from me and quickly sets it on the end table next to mine.
He cups my chin in my hand. “I’m sorry I pushed you like that. I really thought you were just pushing me back.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I say weakly, and look up at him through my thick lashes.
A soft chuckle rumbles through his chest. “I don’t either, baby.” He lowers his lips to mine. He whispers with his full lips barely touching my own, “I won’t hurt you. And I won’t let anyone else hurt you, either.”
I open my eyes and see sincerity in his dark stare.
“You gotta stay away, though.” My gaze drops to the floor. I try to push him away, but it’s a weak and useless effort.
“Not from me.” His words pull me back from the defeated place I’d sunk to. “I want you. But they can’t know. No one can know, and you need to stay away from them.”
His chest rises and falls, and his breathing is the only thing I can hear other than my own heart thumping in my chest.
This is dangerous. It’s forbidden. But I want it. I want him.
“Tell me you want me, baby.” His voice is confident, but I can tell he needs the reassurance. He needs me to tell him I want him, too. And I do. I desperately want him.
“I want you.” Before the last word leaves my lips, his hands grip my hips and he pulls me under him as he falls onto the sofa.
His fingers tickle my skin as they travel under my shirt, slowly lifting it up past my breasts.
“I'll make you feel better, baby.”
“Yes,” I whisper. Please. I need to feel better.
“You’re just too tempting. I fucking need you under me.” He stares at my breasts as he pulls the cup of my bra down and pinches my hardened nubs. It sends a direct shot of need to my clit.
A soft smile plays at his lips, but he looks into my eyes with concern.
“You really thought I’d hurt you?” He pulls my shirt over my head, taking the bra with it and lifts me into his lap. His arms wrap around my waist as he leans back against the sofa.
I feel ashamed, so I try to look away, but he cups my face and turns my head so I have to look at him. “Don’t do that.”
“I'm sorry,” I say barely above a murmur. I am. I'm so damn sorry.
He smirks a bit and says playfully, “I had it coming, messing with a bad girl like you.”
He takes my lips with his, and I feel every emotion crash down around me. The only one left standing is lust. I moan into his parted lips and let his hands roam my body. I need him to take me away. I need to feel something else.
He tosses me backward and climbs between my legs, ripping off everything in his way. I want to close my legs, but I don't. The look of hunger in his eyes keeps my legs spread wide for him. He licks his lips and gently runs a finger down my hip bone and over my clit. My body shudders under his touch, and his lips twitch into a satisfied smile as he lowers his lips to my pussy.
His deft fingers pump in and out of me while he sucks my clit. My eyes roll back in my head as my back bows and I struggle with my composure. It’s so intense. Too intense. My body begs me to move away, not knowing if I’ll be able to stand the power of the orgasm he’s forcing out of me. My fingers dig into the couch and scratch along his back.
He pulls away as my thighs loosen, and the sight of him is nearly enough that I cum just from looking at him. His chiseled frame is all ripped muscle, with his left arm covered in intricate tattoos. His eyes are intense with his own need, and his breath comes in pants. He stares at my pussy in awe as he curls his fingers and mercilessly rubs my G-spot. His thumb presses down on my clit and I find my body trying to turn away. It’s too much. I can’t stand the overwhelming sensation.
“Don’t you move,” he says while withdrawing his fingers. My