Free Going the Distance (No Excuses Book 1) by Mila Rossi Page B

tried to move around him, but he blocked her path.
    “Who said I’m here for that?”
    Her pulse was suddenly racing as he loomed over her. “You’re not here for the interview?”
    “Fuck no,” he said, pinning her against the wall and covering her mouth with his.
    She was too stunned to think. His fingers wrapped around her wrists and held them over her head as his erection pressed against her. His tongue teased hers and she tasted him greedily. Thank God for small mercies. He was the last thing she needed, but the only thing she’d wanted in a long time.
    “I’ve waited long enough,” he said against her lips. “Tonight, you’re mine. I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my goddamn name.”
    The declaration should have alarmed her, but instead, she pressed her hips against him eagerly, wanting so badly what he promised.
    “We’ll see if you live up to your name,” she said, surprising herself at her boldness.
    He looked into her eyes and gave her a smug smile. “Oh, you’re asking for it.”
    Before she could respond, he spun her around to face the wall and pulled down her pants and underwear. She kicked them off and he reached around, yanked her tank top down to expose her breasts and grabbed one of them. His other hand dug into her butt cheeks, squeezing and touching as though memorizing the feel of her. She tried to turn, but he pinned her with his body.
    “Don’t fucking move,” he ordered, running his hand down her stomach, then lower, until she felt him between her legs.
    “So goddamn wet for me,” he said against her ear.
    She threw back her head to rest on his shoulder and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingers. The sensation was short-lived, however, as he pulled away and she heard him fumble with something that sounded like a wrapper. Suddenly he was up against her again, spreading her legs apart with his knee. He didn’t waste any time and pushed into her, quick and hard. The invasion made her gasp, but just as quickly, he pulled out. She waited for him to enter her again, but he didn’t, much to her frustration. She placed her hands on the wall, hung her head, and backed her butt up until she felt him poking her.
    He grabbed her chin and tilted it up. “You want more?”
    She nodded. He drove into her again and she cried out with pleasure. He went deep and hard, making her feel like all the other times she’d had sex were foreplay to what he was doing to her now.
    When the pleasure started building until she was sure she’d have an orgasm right then on the spot, he pulled out, spun her around and lifted her leg to wrap around him, then pushed into her again.
    “Fuck, you feel so much better than I imagined,” he said hoarsely, wrapping one hand around her throat while the other held her hips in place.
    She leaned her head against the wall as he thrust into her repeatedly, making her breath come out in ragged gasps. She became consumed with the feeling of him inside her, panting as though all air had been sucked out of the room, and grinding up against him in search for more. He leaned forward and stuck his tongue in her mouth, pushing just as hard into her. That feeling that had been building inside her exploded and she screamed against his mouth.
    “Fuck yeah,” he said, not stopping. The ripples of pleasure continued until she thought she’d collapse in a heap on the floor. When her body started to relax against him, he pulled out, picked her up in his arms and carried her down the hall into the living room.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, holding on to his neck.
    “What I came here to do.”
    He dropped her onto the couch and quickly pulled his T-shirt over his head, giving her a moment to stare at his naked body. Her eyebrows shot up at the condom still covering his erection. Jesus, the man was a machine.
    “Take your shirt off,” he said, watching her.
    She removed her tank top and felt suddenly self-conscious being on display for him. Her knees clenched