Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“What are you doing here?”
She looked flushed. Her chest heaved. The hair that had been tied up neatly earlier looked almost like she’d been pulling on it, wispy pieces framing her gorgeous face.
“I needed to see you,” she said, her tone breathy.
“Why?” I asked. “I told you earlier, there’s nothing more to say. You shouldn’t be here.”
The look on her face was a mix of torment and…lust. Her eyes fell to my bare chest. Her breathing quickened even more.
Then she finally said it.
“We can’t be together.” She paused. “But I need to know what it’s like, Brayden.”
CHAPTER 18
Alex
Brayden’s eyes jumped back and forth. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I want you, Brayden. It won’t change my mind about our future, but I need you. I need you so much, it physically hurts. And I’m well aware it’s incredibly selfish of me to show up like this and ask you to be with me the way I want when I won’t be with you the way you want, but I don’t care. My desire for you is stronger than my ability to do the right thing tonight.”
His gaze stayed locked with mine as he shook his head. “I’m so fucking mad at you right now, for not giving what’s between us a chance. Even if on some level I understand why you’re doing it, the anger is still there. I’m afraid if we were together right now, I wouldn’t be able to set that aside.”
My heart pounded. “So don’t. Don’t even try. Be mad at me. Hate me for doing this. But take that anger out on me tonight. I want you, Brayden.”
His jaw clenched, and his green eyes darkened to almost gray with anger. For a second, I thought he was going to throw me out. But then he swallowed. “Turn around,” he growled.
My body felt like it had been plugged into an outlet; an electric current raced through me. I would’ve done anything he said. I’d take him however he would give himself to me. So I turned and faced the wall.
Brayden came up behind me and pressed his body to mine. “No condom,” he said. “I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone since you turned my fucking life upside down. If I’m only getting one night, I want to feel you. Want you to feel me. I’m going to bury my cum so deep inside you, it’ll take days for it to seep out.”
Oh, God. Was it possible to have an orgasm without someone even touching you? I nodded. “I’m okay with that. I’ve had an IUD for years.”
Brayden pushed against me harder. He wrapped my hair around his hand and made a fist, giving a good, firm tug. My neck jerked back, and he leaned in and sucked along my pulse line. “Is this what you want?” he growled. “I’m going to leave bite marks the way I’m feeling.”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he nipped his way up to my ear. “Go ahead,” I breathed. “I want you to.”
Brayden’s big hand wrapped around me, slipping inside my blouse. When he felt my skin, he stilled. “No bra. You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you.”
That wasn’t actually true, but I didn’t think this was the right time to debate it. Instead, I pushed my ass against him. “I don’t have any underwear either.”
He groped my chest, pinching one nipple then the other—hard. A jolt of pain shot through me, but it only heightened my desire. “More,” I gasped.
He reached between my legs. “Are you wet for me, Alex?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words fell away as his hand slid inside my pants. Brayden’s long fingers stroked up and down over my center and then plunged inside. “Spread wider,” he commanded.
Whatever shame I had about coming here to make this man have sex with me was long gone—left outside his hotel room door. I spread my legs as wide as they could go, feeling desperate.
“So fucking wet,” he growled next to my ear. “So fucking needy. I’m going to finger you until you’re about to come, and then I’m going to stop, show you what it feels like to have something you want so badly taken away from you. That’s how you make me feel by taking you away from me.” He pumped in and out once, twice, then added another finger. “I want you to beg tonight.”
I moaned and shut my eyes. “Yes. Please. I’ll beg. I’ll do anything.”
The sound of his hand slapping against my wetness grew louder as he glided in and out. It was sensory overload—feeling him inside me, the smell of sex, the echo of my arousal bouncing around the room. I was so on edge, I didn’t think I’d last longer than a few more pumps. My breathing hitched, and I felt the ebb before the wave and then…he stopped.