Page 75 of Lizzie Blake's Best Mistake

Tenderness was dangerous, and she needed to avoid it at all costs.

One hand still pinning hers to the bed, he used the free one to skim down her neck, his fingertips tickling her oversensitized skin, making her arch.

He continued his journey, allowing his palm to graze along her body, barely touching the swell of her breast, splaying across her ribs, then farther down over the curves of her stomach and hips, traveling down her thigh to her bent knee.

“What are you doing?” she said, breaking away from his kiss, pushing her spinning head into the pillow as every nerve ending zeroed in on the pressure of his hand on her knee.

“Can I touch you?”

The question caught Lizzie off guard. She’d never been asked so overtly, with such blatant need encased in restraint. It unnerved her.

“Because what you’ve been doing was…?” she said, trying to lighten the tension.

“Lizzie.” Something about the edge in his voice forced her eyes to his. He looked wild, desperate. She couldn’t hold his gaze longer than to give a tiny nod.

“Say it,” he growled, squeezing at the flesh of her thigh.

“Yes,” Lizzie gritted out through clenched teeth.

He shifted, kneeling between her parted thighs. He let go of her wrist, bringing both hands to rest on her knees, pushing her open, looking at her with wolfish hunger.

Rake stared at her until she couldn’t stand it, and Lizzie triedto squirm away. He soothed her by finally dragging his hands down the insides of her thighs, his fingers exerting different pressure points across her wet heat that sent sparks across her eyes. Her body started to relax again, waiting and desperate for him to touch her exactly where she needed.

He didn’t make her wait. Spreading her even more with one hand, he used the other to push into her while his thumb moved in a circular rhythm that had Lizzie’s neck tensing and back arching. Their eyes locked over her body, and it was too much. Too close. Lizzie needed to escape what she saw in his look. She’d never been shy about sex. Never abashed about being naked or touched.

But something about the way Rake studied her body, responded to her sounds, made her feel overexposed. Shy. Like he saw too much.

“I’ve missed hearing you moan,” he whispered, his voice like a caress down the center of her body, pleasure igniting along every nerve.

“I thought you said no sex,” she ground out between pants, trying to shoot him a coy smile.

“Do you ever stop talking?” he asked, plunging in deeper and curving his fingers in a way that stole the breath from her lungs and had her vision blurring at the edges. Rake hummed in satisfaction. “I guess that does the trick,” he said, moving to press his smile against the inside of her knee as she shot him the dirtiest look she could muster.

But she wanted more.

Lizzie wanted pressure and sweat and teeth.

She sat up, tearing at his suit jacket and ripping off his belt buckle. She had him stripped to his boxer briefs in no time. Lizzie pushed him down on the bed, straddling his hips as she ground herself against him.

Rake groaned and pressed his head into the pillows, tendonsand muscles sticking out of his neck as she rubbed back and forth against his length.

And damn did it feel good—powerful—to see him undone beneath her. To watch him unravel as every muscle in his body tensed and hardened. His groans shot currents of lust from her breasts to her clit, all of it building higher and higher.

With a sudden grunt, he lifted her, flipping her on her back and positioning himself over her again. He ground into her with speed and pressure, his boxers damp between them as his hips pumped, the tip of his swollen cock hitting her in the perfect spot over and over until Lizzie cried out, her fingernails digging into his back, the orgasm jolting through every corner of her body.

“Fuck,” Rake grunted out, following her into the mindless bliss.

He collapsed to the side of her, rolling onto his back, and they stared up at the ceiling, panting and sweaty.

A weighted silence filled the room.

“I feel like a teenager,” Rake said after a few moments, shooting a gross look to his sticky abs and destroyed boxers.

“Who doesn’t love a good dry hump to completion?” Lizzie said, awkwardness settling around them as they continued to lie there. They were quiet for a few minutes.

“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” she said when the continued silence became unbearable.

“Probably not,” Rake agreed, still staring up at the ceiling.