“I do understand,” I whisper. “Believe me… I know how far you’d go for me. But I don’t…”
His dark brows lower as he frowns, waiting for me to say whatever it is I’m about to.
“… I don’t want you to…” I can’t say it. My tongue goes dry, and my throat tightens as he looks back at me.
“Tell me,” he urges.
I clamp my lips together, not trusting myself to speak. I don’t know exactly what I’m going to say. I only know something needs to be said.
“Sinclair,” he urges when I don’t say anything. “You don’t think I know how fucking crazy I get over you? The lengths I would go to for you?”
I run my fingers through the hair at the back of his head and he curses.
“Jesus, I’d do fucking anything to make you happy.Anything.”
“I know,” I whisper, tightening my thighs around his torso, automatically.
A whimper slips free at the sheer deliciousness of having his solid body against mine. I can’t even think straight when he’s this close.
His eyes darken.
“You turned on, Princess?”
I bite my lip. This isn’t how this is supposed to go. I’m supposed to have a clear head. I have so much to think about. I haven’t stopped thinking since I left his place this morning.
“Does it make you wet knowing I would rip a grown man apart for you?” Denver asks.
“No.” But I tremble inside his arms, giving away my lie.
His eyes darken and he shoves my dress up around my waist with one hand and pushes a hand between my thighs. I take a couple of deep breaths, making my breasts rise against his chest in the small space between us.
My panties are soaked through, there’s no hiding it from him.
A rich murmur of approval rolls from his lips as he presses his fingers against the damp fabric and circles my clit.
“Denver,” I whine.
“You need me to fuck you until you understand it? Until you believe it?”
“Yes,” I whimper in response, heat burning through my veins as everything else ceases to exist. There’s just me and him. Two racing hearts. Two pairs of desperate, hungry eyes staring into one another.
He grabs his belt, yanking it open and tearing at the waistband and zipper of his pants. My panties are ripped to the side, and then the smooth, fat head of his cock is sliding through my soaked flesh.
“I’m a fucking wreck for you,” he groans as he thrusts himself to the hilt inside me.
I throw my head back with a cry, my body rippling around him.
He pulls almost all the way back out, then thrusts back in.
“I think of you every damn minute,” he hisses, forcing himself deeper.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders for support as he holds each of my thighs and pushes them wider, pinning me between his body and the wall.
His fingers push into my flesh as he pulls back and starts to pound into me, driving his hips with rough, deep grunts.
“I fucking crave you, Sinclair. You make me lose control. I’m supposed to protect you.”
“You do,” I gasp as he fucks me so hard my eyes water.
