Page 100 of The Toy Maker

The kiss knocked the air from my lungs, stealing whatever anger, whatever resolve I had left.

I barely had time to process before his tongue brushed against my lips, coaxing me open, his hands fisting my shirt like he was afraid I’d disappear.

His touch ignited something inside me—something raw, desperate, undeniable.

“You don’t get to kiss me and make everything better,” I whispered as he leaned in a little closer, causing our foreheads to touch.

He tenderly ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “I know.”

I hated that he could break me so easily, that I would always crave him, even when I knew he would never fully be mine. I ran my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us and I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest.

His kisses were my torment. I would die with the memory of them on my lips, taunting me,owning me.

He yanked me to him and covered my mouth with his once more. His embrace was the only thing preventing me from dissolving onto the floor.

Because as much as I wanted to hate him, I still wasn’t ready to let him go.

I was in awe of how my body reciprocated his passion and need for each other’s touch. I opened my mouth against him with a low moan; the sound of his shallow breathing filled my ears.

He leaned down and softly kissed the tender area at the base of my neck. My body went rigid as trembles of desire rushed through me. Warmth radiated from the spot where his lips caressed my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. He slanted his head further, deepening the kiss.

His fingers weaved themselves into my hair and guided my movements. The gentle motion of his hips pressed against mine had me drenched within minutes. His grip tightened around me, and I was consumed in my lust for him.

“Is this okay?” he whispered against my lips.

The words rolled off my lips like a purr, “Yes, sir.”

Jason pressed me against the wall so fast that my breath hitched. His body molded against mine, but when his lips found mine again, any lingering protest died on my tongue.

He moved like he owned me, like he had every right to touch me this way, to make me ache for him.

Jason’s hands roamed down my sides, skimming over the curve of my hips before gripping my ass, pulling me flush against him. A soft, breathy moan escaped me, and his grip tightened, as if he needed to hear it, to feel my surrender.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, and then his hands were under my thighs, lifting me.

I gasped as he pinned me harder against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

Jason smirked, pressing his forehead against mine, his breath cascading down my chest. “You’re so good when you want to be.”

I clenched my thighs around him, feeling the hard length of him pressed against my core. “I can be bad too,” I taunted, running my fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.

His green eyes darkened. “Trust me,” he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw, trailing down to my throat. “I know.”

I tilted my head, giving him better access as he kissed and nipped along my neck. My nails dug into his shoulders as his hips rolled into mine, slow, torturous. I needed him.

Jason pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto mine. “Tell me you want this.”

I bit my lip, my chest heaving. This was dangerous. But then his hands slid under my shirt, his fingers dancing over my bare skin, making my thoughts scatter.

I didn’t care about the consequences.

I didn’t care about the inevitable fallout. All I cared about was him.

“I want this,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Without thinking, I pushed myself further into his hands, my body betraying me. A shaky breath escaped my lips as his fingers teased along the most sensitive part of me, slow and deliberately.

“Please,” I gasped, hating how desperate I sounded.