Free Zeke (The Powers That Be, Book 2) by Harper Bentley Page A

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before it started.” Total lie. “I’ve already told you I don’t have
ti—” and that was all I got out.
    “We’ll see
about that,” he mumbled grabbing me by my upper arm and pulling me
to the stairs and up to where the thirty bedrooms were.
    “Wh—what are
you doing?” I stammered as he practically took two steps at a time
while I tried keeping up.
    He didn’t
reply, and once we’d made it to the landing he just kept walking me
down the hallway, his hand tightening on my arm when I tried prying
it off. And, jeez, his hand was huge, his fingers touching his
thumb because it fully encircled my arm.
    We passed at
least four doors on either side (okay, so there really weren’t thirty bedrooms) until reaching one at the very end that he
opened into a darkened room and pulling me into it, closed the door
behind him then pushed me back against the door. The room wasn’t
wholly dark, there was a little light coming in through the windows
plus a nightlight, enough that when he bent down and got level with
my face, I could see his eyes sparking in what looked like
anger.
    “You so sure
it wouldn’t mean anything, Scarlett?” his voice thundered in the
quiet room.
    I was about to
answer, what it would’ve been I don’t recall, something smartassed,
I’m sure, when his lips came crashing down hard on mine and I was
instantly and completely, utterly and thoroughly consumed by his
kiss… by him… oh, my. Of course I had to make it look like I didn’t
want this to happen, so I halfheartedly pushed against his chest
with my hands trying to make him stop before giving up. My arms
then made their way up over his shoulders where my hands were drawn
once again to his silky dark hair and my fingers wasted no time in
clutching it tightly.
    And, holy
hell, could he kiss. I’d bet if you looked up “kiss” in the
dictionary there’d be a picture of his beautiful face or at least
his perfect lips right next to it.
    His mouth
moved from mine down over my jaw then to my neck where he sucked
and licked, nipping at me and making a shiver race through me as my
head fell back against the door and I moaned loudly. His hand slid
up and covered my breast caressing it through the sheer white
button up I wore over a tank top making me breathe out another
moan. And when he grazed his thumb over my nipple several times, I
couldn’t help crying out.
    Suddenly, he
turned me to face the door, grabbing my wrists in one hand and
pulling my arms up, holding them there. His other hand came up to
grasp my chin then his mouth was at my ear. “You wanna be fucked,
Scarlett?” he asked, grinding his erection into my bottom.
    I pushed my
bottom back against him giving him my answer and that was all he
needed. Next thing I knew, he picked me up and planting his knee on
the bed, came down on top of me, and, oh my God, it felt amazing to
feel the weight of a man pressing down on me after all this
time.
    His mouth
slammed down on mine and our tongues raced to keep up with the
other, then sliding a hand between us, he cupped me between my
thighs and I knew he felt how wet I was even through my jeans
because he uttered an, “Ah, fuck” against my lips. My hands went to
his shirt trying to unbutton it, needing it off so I could touch
that magnificent chest of his but I wasn’t making very good leeway.
He went up on his forearms giving my hands more room to work as he
kept his lips pressed to mine. Once I took care of the buttons, he
pulled away, sitting back on his knees and removed the shirt along
with his t-shirt, and just damn. Seeing his bare chest again in all
its broad and sculpted glory was just a friggin’ treat. I reached a
hand up, smoothing it over his tattooed pecs just before he lowered
his body to mine again and gave me the hottest kiss yet.
    Without
warning, he flipped us to where I was on top, and keeping his mouth
on mine, knifed up to where I had to straddle him then it was his
turn to remove my shirt. When he pulled