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gruff voice that sent my stomach into my nether regions. “Maybe I didn’t mean it in the wrong way. Maybe I meant it completely and utterly in the right way.”
    It was my turn to still, my eyes widening before he slipped off the sofa and onto the floor beside me. I lost the use of all my organs when he straddled my thighs and dropped his hands to either side of my face with a heavy thud. My breath caught when he leaned in towards me, bringing the tip of his nose to mine. His breath was warm with a subtle trace of cigarette smoke, and strangely, freshly cooked bread. My body decided it liked those scents, warmth spreading throughout my lower belly and my nipples hardening. All the moisture left my mouth and made its way south, making me wonder if it was something scientific, like a portal in your body that took something from one place and delivered it where it was needed. I gulped back a moan when my arousal extended to a completely new degree.
    He surprised me when he asked in a low voice, “Have you ever had anything normal?”
    I wasn’t sure if the lust that controlled my mind and body was deciphering his question in completely the wrong way, or whether it was a genuine innocent question but I asked anyway.
    “You mean have I ever had sex?”
    His lips twisted, a sinful but sexy grin answering my question. He shook his head slowly from side to side and pressed harder into me, his soft lips brushing over mine, his hard cock pushing into my belly. “No, Elina.” I whimpered faintly when his tongue slowly trailed across his bottom lip and his eyes grew so hot I thought I would melt from his stare. “I meant . . . have you ever fucked! ”
    The way he said ‘fucked,’ all deep and gravelly and hard and angrily had my womb threatening to overpower me and lash the fuck out of me if I didn’t do something about the wet, warm pulsing that was torturing my pussy.
    “Uhh, yeah, that too.”
    He quirked an eyebrow, commanding an answer.
    I coughed, clearing my throat. “Well, that all depends really, whether your definition of fucking is the same as my definition of fucking. ‘Cos, you know, everyone has different . . .”
    I shut the hell up when he slammed his mouth to mine, refusing my words and demanding I open my lips for a completely different reason. I moaned into him when he took my bottom lip between his teeth and parted my lips for me, allowing him to thrust his tongue into my mouth and wrap my own around his, deepening the kiss and intensifying the heat travelling around my blood. His hands clamped each side of my head, holding me in place while he devoured my God damned soul.
    He growled, triggering a heaving shudder through me when I grabbed his arse, pulling him up slightly and harder into me. I shivered with the feel of his erection, even harder than it had been five minutes ago. I was doing that to him, making him hard and eager, causing him to lose control. I’d never had this reaction before. My sex life had consisted of a quick grope in the dark, a quick nibble of my tits and a slam dunk home run. That was it. But this, the way Reid consumed me, demolishing all my self-restraint, was frightening but too good to pull back from.
    I lifted a hand to one of his that was pressed to the side of my face and grabbed it, shamelessly moving it to my breast, encouraging him, begging him.
    He gave out a long tortured groan then snapped backwards, panting and licking his swollen lips. I could feel his heart racing against mine, his erection threatening to rip a hole in his sweatpants, which I’d only just realised he’d changed into. I’d missed an easy opening there!
    “Shit!”
    I froze, recoiling with that one word of revulsion. Sensing my hurt he shook his head and scowled at me. “You’re drunk!”
    Pushing at his chest, amazed that I managed to shift his bulk, I scowled back at him. “I’m not that bloody pissed . . . and I’m not that easy.”
    He paused, his eyebrows pulling together until they