Take (Need #2) by K.I. Lynn, N. Isabelle Blanco Page A

don’t .”
    Her hand lands on the floor next to my hip. Her other hand lands on the other side.
    My hips jerk up toward her, seeking. “ Kitty .” Don’t do this to me. Not right now. I can’t fucking fight it . . .
    “You’re only saying all these things because you want to fuck me.”
    I groan at the tone of her voice—husky, low, hungry for me.
    “And for some reason, Brayden—” She presses her lips to my ear. “—Right now, I really want to let you fuck me.”
    Oh God. “No, baby. Please.”
    She drags her lips along my jaw, down to my chin.
    Push her away. Fucking hell, do it.
    “All . . . this . . . time . . .” Kira ducks her head, kissing the spot under my chin. A sweet, almost affectionate kiss; it sends shocks through me, making my hair stand on end. “Trying to get me to fuck you—” Parting her lips, she drags her bottom one up my chin, toward my mouth. “And now you’re turning me down?”
    I snap my head back before my lips connect with hers. “If you were fucking sober, I’d have you flat on that floor right now, thighs spread for me.”
    Giggling, she rubs her cheek against mine, purring in the back of her throat.
    My cock jerks at that sexy sound.
    “Do it,” Kira whispers. “Pin me under you. Spread me wide.”
    Holy . . . fuck . . .
    Such dirty words from my girl . . . I freeze, then reach out and grab onto her waist to pull her back.
    Shit. Bad move.
    Her waist is tiny, fits right into my hands. I could use it to control her rhythm, how fast or slow she slides up and down my cock . . .
    No.
    She bites into my neck, right where she marked me before, and her hand lands on my dick.
    “Kira, baby. Oh fuck, yes.”
    Biting down harder, she jerks me through my jeans.
    “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Kitty. Stop.”
    She moans around my flesh, sucking hard, wanting to mark me.
    My dick pulsates for her.
    Her hand squeezes down around me.
    Groaning, I lean forward and kiss her neck. Just one kiss. One taste and I’ll stop.
    My tongue flicks out.
    One taste isn’t enough. Fuck, it’ll never be enough.
    I thrust up into her hand, sucking her into my mouth.
    She whimpers and bites me even harder.
    Fuck yeah, I want it. I want the promise of violent sex between us. Want her claw marks running down my back, her bite marks all over me.
    “Fuck me, Brayden. Fuck me hard.”
    Yes. God, yes. I slide my hands down her slim back, toward her ass.
    Sanity shoots through my mind. A momentary burst of common sense.
    Not like this. Not. Fucking. Like. This.
    I slam back into the wall behind me, at the same time jerking Kira away from me.
    On her knees before me, she blinks up at me, expression hazy with lust.
    I scramble to my feet, adrenaline pumping through my veins. My cock is so hard he’s practically pointing at her. “No.” My voice breaks; I clear my throat before speaking again. “It’s not happening like this, Kira.”
    “I don’t get it. You keep trying to fuck me.”
    “I don’t just want to fuck you!” Bending down, I run my fingers down her cheek. Smooth. Delicious. If she were sober right now, I’d eat every inch of her. “I want you . Not just your pussy. And letting you fuck me while you’re drunk doesn’t help me with that.”
    Her calmness evaporates. Jaw clenched, she moves away from me. “I’ll never be your girl, Brayden.”
    It hurts every time she says that. Not that I pay too much attention to it. She wants to believe her words, I see that. Regardless, it’s not true. “If you truly believe that, come find me tomorrow. Sober. Come and ask me to fuck you while you’re fully aware of what you’re asking for.”
    I watch her get to her feet. “And if I do?”
    Impatience rides me, almost overruling my resolve. I don’t allow myself to contemplate my answer for too long. “If you do . . . then I’ll give you what you want.”
    God help her, because I will. I’ll give her every single thing she’s asking for.
    “Even if I were to come find you tomorrow, sex