Page 104 of Manhattan State of Mind

His muscled thighs spread around mine so that I’m deliciously trapped in the V of his legs. His hands grip my wrists, pinning them above my head, as he roughly takes possession of my mouth with his own.

It’s a hot, heated kiss filled with passion and possession and hunger, shattering me into a million pieces.

A feral rumble of approval rises from deep in his throat as it merges with mine—he’s not just kissing me, he’sclaimingme. This man has complete control over me now, the power to do whatever he wants to me.

He breaks our kiss abruptly and I shiver under his intense gaze as he looks down at me, breathing heavily.

My body vibrates with excitement, my hands dying to break free to roam all over his body. I can barely contain my own arousal.

It’s startling and scary… and fucking wild.

“Lucy,” he growls, his jaw muscles tight enough to break. “I want to take it slow but I can’t wait any longer. I need you so fucking badly.”

God.His voice is pure sex.

His hard cock presses urgently against my core, begging for attention.

I struggle to break free of his grip as he holds my wrists above my head, looking down at me with an amused smirk. “What do you want?”

My throat trembles as I whisper hoarsely, “You. Please.”

Just when I think he’s going to make me suffer, he releases my hands.

Before I can stop myself, I reach for his length, feeling the thickness of it through his pants.

A satisfied moan passes my lips when I feel his hardness fully in my grasp.

“Oh God,” I stammer. He’s all man. He’s thick and hard and throbbing with need for me.

Holy.

Fucking.

Hell.

Is it possible to die from overdosing on arousal? My tombstone will read: “departed this world due to a fatal case of sexual tension,” and I’ll go out with my face stuck in a moan.

His hands come back up to brace the wall on either side of me and every muscle in his body tightens in response to my touch. His legs part further, an invitation to keep exploring. Delicious shivers dance down my spine as my hand clamps possessively over his cock. It’s mine.

His breath is hot on my forehead. “Don’t fight it,” he rasps. “It feels right, baby.”

Oh God. It does. So fucking right.

Every inch of me is screaming for more. My breaths are erratic, my face is flushed, and my corethrobswith desire. I’ve never needed anything so much in my life.

“It’s been too damn long,” he growls in my ear.

Wait—since he had sex? His words bring me out of my stupor long enough for my hand to drop from his erection.

With a swift move, his hands loosen the straps of my dress and it falls to my stomach, exposing my breasts to him.

His mouth comes down like a predator swooping in on its prey, and then latches onto my nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

My hands come up to fist his hair as his tongue swirls over my sensitive nipple.

God, that feels so good.

My pussy clenches with need.