Page 124 of If By Chance

“Don’t,” he warns, every second filling me more. “I want to hear you. Tonight, those sounds are mine.”

I claw at his arms, fighting the sting. But it only lasts a moment until pleasure takes its place, my knees quivering, thighs trembling.

“Christ, Claire,” he groans, throwing my legs to either side of his waist.

Arms caging me in, he looms above me.

Face to face.

Chest to chest.

We don’t kiss, and somehow, I regret ever making the damn rule because with a kiss we can close our eyes, feel each other’s mouth, and swallow each other’s moans.

But with this…We stare. We watch. We look at each other. Through each other.

At first, it’s one slow thrust of his hips after another. He’s hardly moving, yet it’s just as intoxicating.

Then he begins the torturous onslaught of his cock inside me.

He cups the side of my face, his thumb finding my lips again.

“God, this fucking mouth,” he grumbles, every dirty word causing me to clench around him.

He pulls out completely, filling me again in the same breath.

Over and over.

My body shakes, my breathing erratic.

“Harder, Jake.”

I need it harder because I can’t look at him anymore.

It turns out—his eyes are more deadly than his lips will ever be.

He stills, and before I know it, he draws back, pulls out, and I’m left empty.

Cold.

My heart drops with the sting of rejection prickling in my throat.

What the fuck?

“You don’t need harder.” The words are hardly out of his mouth, and he flips me over so fast my stomach somersaults. I squeal, pursing my lips to stifle the nervous giggle. “You need deeper.” His tone leaves me with little to laugh about and suddenly there’s a nervous knot forming in my stomach.

Deeper?

He can’t possibly go any deeper.

I fumble, my body already too spent to support my own weight. He takes over, grabbing me at my waist until I’m pressed against him once more, my face flat against the pillow, nails scratching at the material so hard, I’m going to rip it.

Jake is used to getting his way.

In everything.

In his boardroom, his bedroom, and now with me.

I usually like control. I hate losing it. With Jake, I don’t know what it is, but I easily submit to him. His words replay in my head every time doubt sneaks up and eats at me.