Passion's Victory (The Victory Series)

...My pulse pounded loudly in my ears and my cock rose, anticipating something I knew wasnt a certainty. Hed come back, but for what? His warm lips found mine, seeking permission. I opened to him, inviting him to plunder at will. He did, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I met him eagerly, hungrily. I wanted this, and more.

Jonas strong fingers encircled my wrist and he lifted my arm above my head as his body pinned me, full length, against my front door. He pressed the hard ridge of his erection firmly to mine. I reached for him with my free hand, wanting to feel his length and girth, but he grabbed that wrist, too, and lifted it beside the other. I bucked against him, totally turned on by the aggression I sensed in him.

Be still, he growled in my ear. He trailed kisses down my neck, even as his grip tightened. I struggled to break free of the vise grip he had on my wrists.

His pelvis ground against mine. I tilted my head and delved into the heat of his mouth. I moaned. He moaned. I wanted my hands free in the worst way. I needed to touch him, caress the sensitive, silky skin I knew sheathed his penis. I ached to feel his lips on my cock.

I threw my weight forward, desperate to force him to take a step back. It worked and I quickly spun him around and pinned him with my body. He grunted as he came in contact with the door and his lips bowed beneath mine. His strong fingers released my hands, and I reached for him, gathering him to me. His muscled thigh slipped between mine and applied upward pressure on my balls. Instead of worrying about injury I pressed down, reveling in the tingling sensation.

Jonas, I murmured against his smiling lips. Talk to His tongue flicked to mine, cutting off my request for a moment of conversation.

Any of my neighbors watching were getting quite a sideshow. I shoved my hand in my pocket, fumbling for my keys. They fell from my shaking fingers to the porch decking. Jonas pushed me back, breaking physical contact. I longed to see his eyes, to get some idea of what he thought, what he felt.

Bend over and pick them up, he said cheerfully as he rubbed my nipple.

I stared at him and tried to catch my breath. Not in front of you, Chadwick. I know all about men like you.

Do you? Something rough and dark in his voice gave me pause. What demon did he battle?

I know enough. I pushed him back against the side of the house, not with some little force. Why did you come back?

I dont know. Maybe to satisfy my curiosity.

Bullshit. I fisted my hands in his shirt and gave him a shake. We take this inside, make it private, or were done here.

Jonas stared at me for the longest twenty seconds of my life, then he nodded. I released him and he bent over, snagged my keys, and dropped them into my outstretched palm. I unlocked the door and invited the devil into my home for the second time in one day.

I need a drink. Do you want one, Jonas? I needed to haul him into my bedroom and have my way with him, thats what I needed. My insides quivered. I shivered despite the warm evening.

But I knew, to my sorrow, that quickie sex now would be a mistake, and I bet he knew it, too.

Ill take a brandy, if you have it.

I hope youll settle for bourbon.

I poured us each a generous shot and handed him one. He nodded and tossed it back like a pro. I followed suit, and we set out empties down on the counter in unison. Jonas reached for me again. I lifted my chin and stared him down. His hand dropped to his side.

I wanted him. God, how I wanted him. I ached with it. His gaze met mine before flicking down to the bulge in my pants and back up.

Looks nice.

Its a sock, I told him cheerily, in the same tone that hed used to tell me to bend over.

Hmm. Well, thats the risk we run, isnt it?

I snorted. Ya think? I went to check his package, and he moved away.

Shy? I hardly thought shyness to be a problem for him given his examination of my tonsils with his tongue.

Lets just say Im cautious...

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