Jodi Ellen Malpas strikes again with another steamy erotic romance that will render readers breathless, The Forbidden. Out next month, the RT Top Pick is undeniably sexy, but why believe us when you can treat yourself by reading today’s Hump Day excerpt? Just don’t let your boss get a glimpse at the screen … *wink wink*
“Thank you for your help,” I say politely.
Jack widens his stance, completely blocking my front door.
I force myself to look up at him so he can see the resolve in my eyes. I am not letting him in. It’s too dangerous.
“Annie,” he breathes. “I’m struggling so badly.”
Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask.
“I’m not doing this.” I swallow, pushing my way past him. He grabs me by the top of my arm and holds me in place. “Let me go, Jack.”
“I’ve already told you I can’t do that. Annie, I’m drowning here. I’m going out of my mind, and the more time I spend with you the fucking worse it’s getting. Listening to you, talking to you, sharing a passion with you that goes way beyond the amazing time we had in bed together.”
“You have to forget!” I yell, knowing anger is the only way forward. Be angry with him. Let that anger dominate me and rule me, because the alternative fucking scares me to death.
He pushes me into my apartment and slams the door behind us, forcing me to back up. “No,” he says, straight and even. He moves one more step forward, except this time I don’t retreat. Because I can’t. Because he has me locked in place with those grey eyes, and now they’re back to their full glory. Sparkling, even if it’s with anger. He reaches for his shirt and starts unbuttoning it before shrugging it off and throwing it to the floor, revealing the chest that’s haunting me.
I quickly look down at the pile of material, my mind reeling. His chest. His perfect damn chest. “What are you doing?”
“I have no fucking idea.” He reaches for me and slides a hand around my neck, pulling me to him. Our chests meet, and my determination to repel him vanishes under our connection. Wrongs turn into rights. Conflict turns into craving.
“I can’t get you out of my head, Annie.” His forehead meets mine, his palm massaging away the tightness in my neck muscles, softening me up until I relax in his hold. “I want you all over again, and I can’t even find the will to worry about how much more that’ll make me want you.” He breathes down on me. “I’ve played that night on repeat. I’ve dreamed of holding you in my arms again. I’ve craved the sound of your voice, the feel of your touch, the softness of your lips on mine. I know I shouldn’t want you. But I do. Nothing has ever made me feel this insane with need. Nothing has taken up so much space in my head. I can’t fucking help it, Annie.” His grey gaze sinks into me, my heart steadying to an even thrum. His head starts to shake mildly, his splayed hand moving up to the back of my head and fisting my hair. “I don’t want to help it,” he growls. “I want you. I don’t care how wrong it is.” His clenched fist tightens, gripping my hair harshly. “I know I’ve been on your mind since I fucked you every which way in that hotel room. Stop denying it. Don’t insult me and tell me you don’t crave that amazing feeling all over again. I can see it in your eyes every damn time I look into them. You. Want. Me.”
It’s me who moves in first. All me. I lunge forward and smash my lips to his, the magnetic force winning. His words winning. Jack winning. My heart winning. I coax his mouth open with hard, hungry kisses. I’ve lost my mind to a craving too powerful to fight off. And, like Jack, I don’t care how wrong it is.
Yet as he walks me backward until my back slams into the wall, I feel found again.
I cry out, and Jack moans. We’re clumsy and desperate. He’s pushing me up the wall with the force of his kiss, then he’s rolling away, taking me with him until it’s his back slamming into the wall. It’s the elevator all over again. The atmosphere is sizzling. I’m on fire. He scoops me up, pinning me to him, and carries me into my bedroom. I focus on him. Only him and the return of feelings that I’ve fantasized about since that unforgettable night. All the guilt is abandoning me, and I let it, unprepared to let anything stop me from taking the forbidden.
He lowers me to my feet, keeping our kiss up, and starts to unfasten his trousers while I pull at the waistband, desperate to get them off.
“Steady,” he mumbles against my lips, considerably calmer than before, probably because he has me now. We’re both on the same page. Neither of us are prepared to settle for that one time. It’s made us insatiable. It’s teased us. It’s intensified the desire and anticipation, because now we know what to expect. Now we know that our minds are going to be blown in the best possible way. Now we know that him plus me equals amazing. I can’t resist him. I’ve tried; I’ve tried so bloody hard. I want him. Need him.
He gently takes my hands between our bodies and breaks our kiss, making me reach up on my tippy-toes to try and maintain the connection. His grey eyes are glimmering brightly, full of want and desperation.
“I want it to be slow,” he murmurs, pulling my dress up over my head and casting it aside. “I want to take my time and enjoy the fact that I have you again.” Lowering his mouth to my shoulder, he kisses it gently, sending a million bolts of pleasure straight to my groin.
I moan loudly, my eyes closing while he works his mouth across my flesh. He slides his hands up my sides and rests them on my waist.
“I made a promise to myself, Annie. I promised myself that if the Fates brought you back to me, I wouldn’t let you go.” Lifting me high to his chest, he carries me to the bed, looking up at me, my hands draped around his neck. “And now you’re here.”
Lowering me, he gets me comfortable on my back, and then rises to his full height, standing over me as he strips out of his trousers, taking his sweet time about it, testing my patience. I’ve put the blockers on any thoughts that try to enter my mind. I’m frightened that the absent guilt and my conscience will return at any moment and stop me from taking him.
“Please hurry,” I breathe, watching as he slowly reveals himself to me. I go lax on the bed, enraptured by the sight of him, my eyes making a slow journey across his skin, soaking up every tiny piece of him. If there was any hope of me repelling Jack Joseph, it’s just been squashed. My mind is taking mental pictures of him and locking them away tightly. His melt-worthy, naked body is poised above me, his cock jutting from his groin, visibly throbbing.
His chest expands and he rests a knee on the mattress, followed by a fist near my head to hold himself up. Looking down between my thighs, he starts to shake a little, swallowing hard. For a fleeting moment, I worry that he’s had second thoughts, but then his other hand rests on the inside of my thigh and pushes it wide, encouraging me to open up to him. “Put your arms above your head,” he orders softly, glancing up at me.
I obey without question, despite needing to touch him and feel him. He reaches between his legs and takes hold of his cock, my eyes following with fascination as he works a few, slow strokes across his velvet flesh. A glimmer of pre-cum beads at the tip, and I lick my lips. “Watch,” Jack whispers, circling his wet head across my sex. I cry out, my body arching violently. “Watch, Annie.”
I start to moan as he rubs against me, spreading the wetness. “Jack!” I cry, forcing my arms to remain above my head.
“Just watch,” he affirms, and my eyes drop to between my legs, seeing his erection held firmly in his grasp. “Watch me sinking into you.” He dips a little, pushing into me a fraction. “Because we both know how fucking amazing it feels when I’m buried deep inside of you.”
Tormented whimpers come thick and fast, my core convulsing wildly, screaming for full penetration. “Jack, please…”
He looks up at me, his eyes wild with want. “Tell me how badly you want me.”
“Tell me, Annie.” He withdraws and tactically swipes the slippery head of his cock from side to side across my sensitive flesh. I cry out, beginning to lose the plot. Jack nods, acknowledging my desperation. “I need to hear how badly you want me. Tell me and you can have me.”
“I want you!” I scream, sweat beads springing onto my brow. “Jack, I want you. Badly. More than anything I’ve ever wanted.”
“So I’m not crazy?”
“I fucking knew it.” His jaw tightens as he levels up and advances, sliding into me with one long thrust.
“Shit,” he chokes, falling to his forearms, his eyes clenching shut. He’s shaking terribly, vibrating all over me.
“Are you okay?” I ask, defying his request to keep my arms above my head, bringing them to his shoulders and holding him. He feels like he needs it.
I hear him swallow, gathering himself. “I’m fine,” he whispers, turning his lips onto my cheek and kissing me tenderly. “You make me feel so alive.”
I can’t help but smile, even if there’s a tinge of sadness in it. Because when you feel this alive, there’s only one way to go.
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