The CEO's Seduction (A Hamilton Family 1) - Page 37

He clenched his jaw. “It’s not just sex. I—”

“Shh.” She pressed her fingers against his lips. “Don’t. Don’t say anything unless you’re certain you mean it. I couldn’t stand it if you say these things and then push me away again. So for now, let’s say nothing.”

“I won’t change my damn mind,” he said, his voice hard. “I’ve never been someone’s boyfriend before, but with you, I’ll try my damn best.”

Her determination to ignore him shattered, but she wouldn’t give in to the desire to believe him. To hold him close and never let him go. “If you still feel that way by the end of this weekend, then I’ll believe you. But not until then.”

He frowned. “I—”

He needed to stop talking before she started believing him, so she picked up a cookie and shoved it in his mouth. When his eyes went all wide in surprise, she couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped. She covered her mouth, but was too slow.

He heard it.

And saw it.

“What? I quite clearly said no more talking allowed. You should have listened to me.”

When his eyes narrowed on her, she lunged for the side of the bed to get out of striking range. She only barely brushed the floor with her toes before he snatched her up and flung her on the bed. He climbed on top of her, pinning her between his body and the mattress. Holding her hands above her head, he swallowed the cookie and grinned down at her. “Fine. We won’t talk. But I can think of better ways to shut you up than shoving food in your mouth.”

She drew in a shaky breath. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” His gaze dropped down to her mouth, and her stomach clenched in desire. He lowered his mouth down to hers, his tongue slipping between her parted lips instantly. He released her wrist and trailed his fingers down her arm, over her shoulder, and cupped her breast through the fabric of her satin gown. His fingers tugged at her nipple with expert precision, with the perfect amount of pressure, and she squirmed as a jolt of want shot through her veins.

Oh God, how she wanted.

She grabbed his shoulder with her free hand, jostling his shoulder. He stopped kissing her, blinking down at her in confusion. “What?”

“We’re not doing this again.”

He sat back on his haunches. “Why not?”

She took a deep breath and then shot him a smile. “Because last time I didn’t get to taste you.” She shoved him backward so he lay flat on the bed and then straddled him. “It’s my turn to be in charge.”

He groaned and clenched his fists. “There you go again, bossing me around.”

“It’s only fair,” she agreed.

She trailed her fingers down his chest, over his abs, and cupped his erection. He hissed through his teeth, arching into her hand. She massaged his hardness, dropping a kiss on his shoulder, and nipped his chest. Sliding down his body, she licked his abs and lowered his pants.

When she had him naked—exactly how she wanted him—she pulled him to his feet. As she lowered herself to the floor, he groaned and threaded his hands through her hair. “You know how many times I fantasized about this when I was alone in bed, with nothing more than a hard cock and my hand?”

He had? When?

She flicked her tongue over the tip of his penis, and he let out a tortured groan. When she closed her lips around his erection, his stomach muscles clenched, and he held on to her hair so tight it hurt. “Jesus, Anna.”

She took him in deeper, sucking harder, and rolled her tongue over the head. He groaned, sounding as if she might be killing him, and thrust his hips again. Going deeper into her mouth. The salty flavor of his pleasure teased her tongue, and she wanted more than anything to make him come with her mouth.

Apparently, he had a different idea.

Without warning, he cursed and pulled her off of him, spinning her around in his arms. With his hand still firmly embedded in her hair, he bent her over the bed. His free hand ran down her back, and then slid around the side of her hip. He dipped his hand in between her legs, running his finger in a circle around her clit.

She whimpered and curled the comforter into her fists. “Brett…please.”

He groaned and entered her from behind with one sure, hard stroke. She let out a cry, arching back into him, her nails digging into the mattress. He held on to her hips and deepened his thrusts. Her stomach tightened with pleasure. He didn’t go slowly or gently this time. He made love to her hard, rough, and fast.

And she needed him so much it hurt.

Positioning himself differently, he reached around to the front of her body, where they were joined, and rubbed her clit in hard, fast circles. This, combined with his sure rhythm, sent her skittering over the edge within seconds.

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