Page 31 of Bred By the Sheikh

Fuck.

I wrapped one arm around her waist and drew her against me.

Her breasts pressed into my chest, and the hard length of my cock pressed against her hips.

Chrissy gasped.

I kissed her harder.

She rose onto her toes and slid one hand into my hair.

Her hand went exactly where I’d wanted mine that morning.

I went rigid beneath her touch, and her fingers tightened.

I backed her one step until the backs of her knees touched the low table, then stopped.

One more second with her against me would make it harder to stop at all.

Chrissy’s lips were swollen when I lifted my mouth from hers.

Her blue eyes opened slowly.

“That was...”

I brushed my thumb once along the side of her neck.

“Finish the sentence.”

She gave me a breathless laugh.

“I was going to say intense.”

“Was it too intense?”

“No, it wasn’t.”

I kissed her once more, slower this time.

Then I stepped back.

Confusion crossed her face.

“You’re stopping now?”

“I am.”

“Why are you stopping?”

I could already imagine spreading her across the nearest surface, but she’d told me this was fast and that it made her nervous.

“You said this is fast.”

“It still is.”

“I heard you.”

Her expression softened.