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everything I start.”
He released her hands and she rested her palms on his shoulders for a moment before she used her thumbs in an offensive against his ribs. Falcon reared back, startled, and their combined weight brought the couch to its back legs, an unhappy venture until they both overcorrected the other way and the righted furniture sent them sprawling to the floor.
Falcon managed to roll them mid-flight so she landed on top of him, which was exceedingly thoughtful considering he’d have crushed her like an empty beer can against a frat boy’s head.
Of course, the problem remained that his bits were pressed against her bits. Only now, he was flat on his back, his hands were still on her hips, and she was flattened against the wide expanse of his chest.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Falcon ground out softly.
“You’re the one who flipped the couch.”
“You’re the one who has her bare mound against my cock.”
Tally blushed hotly, her mouth suddenly glued shut.
“I didn’t say it was a bad way to go,” Falcon said as he tightened his hold.
She cried out at the friction on her clit when she moved. “We can’t.”
“I know. It’s a Shall Not.” He still didn’t release her.
“Of course, it is. Everything that feels good is a Shall Not.”
Tally gasped again when Falcon guided her hips in a measured roll and moved her against his cock.
“Do you like that, Drusilla? Look at you, so beautiful with your golden hair mussed, your sweet lips parted, and your eyes bright with desire for me. No, don’t look away,” he demanded when she turned her head from his gaze. “I’d see all of you if I could.” Falcon undid the first button on her dress. “Will you let me see you?”
Tally had never felt so beautiful, so desirable, in all of her life. Not even in the pergola before he’d passed out. That thought alone, remembering what had happened, should have shocked her out of this haze of lust, but it didn’t. She couldn’t deny him, and unlike the other men she’d been with, she didn’t want to deny him.
Fuck it. That little voice inside her head had been right: Forgiveness was easier than permission. Tally made quick work of the top buttons and bared herself to his view.
She knew her breasts would fit neatly in the palms of his hands and she wanted him to touch her, but all he did was look. His gaze was a caress, sliding over her heated skin. Falcon’s touch moved from her hips to push her dress up around her waist and his hands guided her again.
He thrust up to meet her, grinding against her slit, and she wanted nothing more than to reach between them and undo the button at the waist of his jeans.
“A kiss,” he said as he tangled his hand in her hair.
Tally bent down to meet him and she kissed him softly, as if it was her first. His mouth was hard and unforgiving, but so sweet. She swept her tongue across his and nipped at his bottom lip. He returned the caress with his own, and explored the hot cavern of her mouth.
The pressure built between her thighs and she was ready to come. She tried to stop the rhythm against him; but he wouldn’t let her and she didn’t want it to be over.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered his breath warm on her mouth. “Come with me, Drusilla.”
She would have come right then, on command, but she had a sharp pain in her abdomen. Deep inside, it felt like someone had kicked her in the taco and was pinching her ovaries for good measure.
She’d just started her period.
Drusilla Tallow broke the sound barrier dismounting her chosen steed and barreled into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Tally could only pray Merlin was merciful and she hadn’t bled all over his jeans. She’d have to kill herself with the nearest available blunt object. Or she could always drown herself in the toilet. There was no way to apologize for that or to live it down. The site of one’s genital area covered in blood is not something any male would easily forget.
He
He released her hands and she rested her palms on his shoulders for a moment before she used her thumbs in an offensive against his ribs. Falcon reared back, startled, and their combined weight brought the couch to its back legs, an unhappy venture until they both overcorrected the other way and the righted furniture sent them sprawling to the floor.
Falcon managed to roll them mid-flight so she landed on top of him, which was exceedingly thoughtful considering he’d have crushed her like an empty beer can against a frat boy’s head.
Of course, the problem remained that his bits were pressed against her bits. Only now, he was flat on his back, his hands were still on her hips, and she was flattened against the wide expanse of his chest.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Falcon ground out softly.
“You’re the one who flipped the couch.”
“You’re the one who has her bare mound against my cock.”
Tally blushed hotly, her mouth suddenly glued shut.
“I didn’t say it was a bad way to go,” Falcon said as he tightened his hold.
She cried out at the friction on her clit when she moved. “We can’t.”
“I know. It’s a Shall Not.” He still didn’t release her.
“Of course, it is. Everything that feels good is a Shall Not.”
Tally gasped again when Falcon guided her hips in a measured roll and moved her against his cock.
“Do you like that, Drusilla? Look at you, so beautiful with your golden hair mussed, your sweet lips parted, and your eyes bright with desire for me. No, don’t look away,” he demanded when she turned her head from his gaze. “I’d see all of you if I could.” Falcon undid the first button on her dress. “Will you let me see you?”
Tally had never felt so beautiful, so desirable, in all of her life. Not even in the pergola before he’d passed out. That thought alone, remembering what had happened, should have shocked her out of this haze of lust, but it didn’t. She couldn’t deny him, and unlike the other men she’d been with, she didn’t want to deny him.
Fuck it. That little voice inside her head had been right: Forgiveness was easier than permission. Tally made quick work of the top buttons and bared herself to his view.
She knew her breasts would fit neatly in the palms of his hands and she wanted him to touch her, but all he did was look. His gaze was a caress, sliding over her heated skin. Falcon’s touch moved from her hips to push her dress up around her waist and his hands guided her again.
He thrust up to meet her, grinding against her slit, and she wanted nothing more than to reach between them and undo the button at the waist of his jeans.
“A kiss,” he said as he tangled his hand in her hair.
Tally bent down to meet him and she kissed him softly, as if it was her first. His mouth was hard and unforgiving, but so sweet. She swept her tongue across his and nipped at his bottom lip. He returned the caress with his own, and explored the hot cavern of her mouth.
The pressure built between her thighs and she was ready to come. She tried to stop the rhythm against him; but he wouldn’t let her and she didn’t want it to be over.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered his breath warm on her mouth. “Come with me, Drusilla.”
She would have come right then, on command, but she had a sharp pain in her abdomen. Deep inside, it felt like someone had kicked her in the taco and was pinching her ovaries for good measure.
She’d just started her period.
Drusilla Tallow broke the sound barrier dismounting her chosen steed and barreled into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Tally could only pray Merlin was merciful and she hadn’t bled all over his jeans. She’d have to kill herself with the nearest available blunt object. Or she could always drown herself in the toilet. There was no way to apologize for that or to live it down. The site of one’s genital area covered in blood is not something any male would easily forget.
He
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