Free Taking What's His (Entangled Brazen) by Diane Alberts Page A

up her dress and cupped her core, pressing his palm against her where she needed him most. “But I had a taste of that tight pussy of yours, and I want more. So much more.”
    She moaned again. She couldn’t help it. “So take it, damn it. Take me.”
    “Roommate?”
    “Out of town.” She undid his jacket. “Won’t be back till next week.”
    He kissed her again, shrugging out of it as he did so. The sooner they got naked, the better. By the time he had the door kicked closed behind them, she was on the last button of his white button up shirt. She slid it over his arms and it hit the floor. He lifted her against him, his mouth never leaving hers, and she wrapped her legs around his waist securely.
    He cupped her butt with his big hands and walked toward the bedroom, his tongue gliding over hers. Digging her heels into his upper back, she ran her hands over his chest. He was so hard and smooth. So irresistible. He paused in front of her door. “Yours?”
    She nodded and kissed him again. Growling, he opened the door and barged into her room. Within seconds, she was on the bed, and he was on top of her. His hand slipped up her inner thigh, teasing her with almost-there touches.
    Then the almost touching was gone, and he had a hand inside her thong. When he thrust a finger inside of her, she cried out and arched her back. “Yes.”
    “Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” He pulled back just enough to make her scared he might be pulling away completely, but then he thrust two fingers inside of her. “And so fucking mine .”
    She nodded frantically. “Yes, God, I need—”
    “I know what you need, Lyd.” He twisted his fingers, and she cried out. “You need me .”
    The pleasure was already building. Intense. Fierce. Inescapable. “Yes. Oh my God, yes .”
    Slamming his mouth down on hers again, he moved his fingers over her even faster. She was so close. One more twist of his fingers, and she’d be—
    An old-school ringtone sounded, and a phone vibrated against her leg. Holt froze, both on top of her and inside of her. And just like that, the reality of what they’d been about to do hit him. She could see it in his face. He swallowed hard, his fingers still deep inside of her. “Shit. I…we…”
    “Holt.” She framed his face with her hands, forcing him to look at her. “It’s fine. You don’t have to stop.”
    “Yes. Yes, I do.” He slid off of her, taking his magical fingers with him. “Damn it, Lydia. You never should have let me inside. You never should have…I never…”
    Frustration balled up in her stomach, making her sick. Sitting up, she smoothed her dress over her thighs with a trembling hand. “Get out. Now.”
    He ran his hands down his face and took a minute to compose his words. “Look, this has nothing to do with you.”
    “Oh, I know that.” She lifted her chin, staring him down. “But I’m pissed anyway. You can’t do this. Come in, kiss me, and then act as if I’m the worst mistake you’ve ever made.”
    He watched her over his fingers. “Lydia…”
    “No. Don’t.” Shoving his shoulders, she snapped, “Just go .”
    Still, he hesitated. He took in every detail of her body, and for a second she thought he was going to come back to her. But he stood his ground. “You deserve more than I can give you. You deserve a prince, not a broken man like me. We will never, ever , live in a world where a guy like me can treat a girl like you the right way.”
    Refusing to reply to that, she pressed her lips together.
    “It’s true. You can ignore me all you want, but it’s true.” He stared down at her, his bare chest heaving. “I’ve seen things…done things…that no one should have done or seen. And now I’m falling apart. I’m no good for you. For anyone. Stop letting me in. Stop kissing me. Stop listening to anything I say. Just stop .”
    And with that, he turned on his heel and left. She watched him go, her heart wrenching. Even though she couldn’t tell if