Her eyes drag over my torso, up to my eyes, a sliver of her wet tongue gliding across her bottom lip. Pushing herself to her knees, she holds my eyes while she slowly, purposely slowly, unbuttons the front of her blouse. The physical battle I’m having to stop myself from lurching forward and ripping it open is painful. There’s no bra underneath. That gets discarded the moment she’s through the door, and though the reason for her relieving herself of the material that keeps her swollen breasts secure during the day is pure relief, for me, it’s like a red flag to a bull. It enhances the torture of having to wait for this time at the end of our day for us to reunite. It’s plain…fucking…agony, made just about bearable by the knowledge and reason that my daughter needs Izzy more than I do. Only just, but she does.
Waiting with bated breath for Izzy to put me out of my misery, I gulp down some restraint, and she smiles, knowing the willpower it’s taking me. Then she slides her blouse off one shoulder, giving me a painful peek of one swollen breast. Beads of sweat form on my brow, my hands twitching at my sides. “Stop messing with me, Izzy,” I warn, stepping forward. Her lips curve and she drops the shoulder on the other side. I let out an audible moan, talking some reason into my desperate bones. I mustn’t grab them. Gently does it with the boobs.
“Tell me,” she whispers, ridding her arms of the shirt and slowly pushing her jeans down her legs. Tossing them across the room, she reclines to her back and opens her legs, pushing her fingers into the tops of her knickers. “Are you going to fuck me like a whore?”
I smirk, reaching forward and grabbing her knickers, yanking them down her legs. She squeals and squirms, laughing, as I wrench her knees apart to make room for me. I settle between her legs, holding her arms above her head, but I’m sure not to rest too much of my weight on her tender breasts, though I make damn sure my cock is pushing into her core. Her breath hitches at the contact, so I circle before lifting my hips and letting my solid dick fall to her opening. The slickness of her combined with the dripping head of my erection has her shouting despairingly. “How the tables have turned,” I whisper, leaning down and biting her lip, pulling the swollen flesh through my teeth.
“Let go of my hands,” she begs, fighting against my hold.
“No.” I swivel and drive deeply into her, our connection sending my world into a spin.
“Theo!” Her hips thrust upward, meeting mine, sending me oh so fucking deep. “Release me.”
I smile through my paralysis and force my hands to surrender her wrists, giving her what she wants.
And, most significantly, what I need.
Her touch.
Slipping over my skin, grabbing viciously, and forcing my body closer to hers. The feel of her all over me is out of this world.
The hands of the woman who touched me and refused to let go.
The hands of the woman who cured me.
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Acknowledgments
As ever, a million thank-yous to everyone who makes each book I write possible. I feel like I’m running out of ways to express my gratitude, but I hope you all know by now how much each and every one of you means to me. And a special mention to my real-life man, Jamie. I know I’m impossible when I’m lost in my fictional worlds, but I always come back to you. Thank you for not only supporting me but also validating my dreams. And for loving and protecting me so fiercely.
About the Author
Jodi Ellen Malpas was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, England, where she lives with her two boys and a beagle. She is a self-professed daydreamer, a Converse and mojito addict, and has a terrible weak spot for alpha males. Writing powerful love stories and creating addictive characters has become her passion—a passion she now shares with her devoted readers.
Her novels have hit bestseller lists for the New York Times, USA Today, Sunday Times, and various other international publications, and can be read in more than twenty-four languages around the world.
You can learn more at:
JodiEllenMalpas.co.uk
Twitter @JodiEllenMalpas
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Also by Jodi Ellen Malpas
This Man Series
This Man
Beneath This Man
This Man Confessed
All I Am: Drew’s Story (a novella)
With This Man
One Night Trilogy
One Night: Promised
One Night: Denied
One Night: Unveiled
Standalones
The Protector
The Forbidden
Praise for Jodi Ellen Malpas
“Super steamy, emotionally intense.”
—Library Journal on With This Man
“The raw emotion and vulnerability is breathtaking.”
—RT Book Reviews on With This Man
“A brave, cutting-edge romance…This is a worthwhile read.”
—Library Journal on The Forbidden
“Unpredictable and addictive.”
—Booklist on The Forbidden
“The Forbidden proves that Jodi Ellen Malpas is not only one of the romance genre’s most talented authors, but also one of the bravest. In this raw and honest portrayal of forbidden love, Jodi delivers a sexy and passionate love story with characters to root for.”
—Shelly Bell, author of At His Mercy
“The Forbidden is a gut-wrenching tale full of passion, angst, and heart! Not to be missed!”
—Harlequin Junkie
“Every kiss, every sexy scene, every word between this pair owned a piece of my soul. I could read this book a hundred times and still react as if it was the first time. The Protector is a top 2016 fave for me.”
—Audrey Carlan, #1 bestselling author of the
Calendar Girl series
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