“In your mouth?”
“Yes. I’ll take it there.”
“You’ll take it there what?” he growled, seeming to be impatient now.
“What?” Confused again. I was trying to play along, but he really had his dark flag flying, and I wasn’t completely sure what my part in the game was. “Ummm…please?” I squeaked.
“Is that a question?” He leaned back on his bent legs and smacked my mound with the pads of his fingers. The arousing sound of flesh on flesh completely overshadowed the pain he’d just zapped across my pussy.
“Shit!” I jolted. “Grant!”
“Put your hands back above your head, girl.”
His tone was still ferocious, but the truth glittered in his gorgeous blue eyes…and seeped from the slit at the top of his cock. Physically, the man craved me in so many equal measures. Mentally, he needed another punch of domineering power. Which maybe meant that he wanted me to toy with the dynamic too…
Or maybe I was taking creative liberties of my own.
And maybe that would be some fun too.
I lowered all the way back to the couch’s cushion. But instead of complying with the arm position, I slid my hands to my nipples. “Or what?” I taunted, circling my stiff peaks with my fingertips.
“Or no dick for you,” he declared as his pupils betrayed him by growing wide with arousal. “It’s that simple.”
But then…he shrugged.
The man fucking shrugged. Like he could take or leave having sex after a separation that had been damn near my undoing.
Well, two could play that game.
“I’ve changed my mind.” I tried bucking him away by lifting my hips, but he outweighed me by a hundred pounds at least. “Did you hear me, Twombley?” I growled from between clenched teeth. “Get off me.”
“No.”
“Tree, I’m serious. Get.” Squirm. “Off.” Buck. “Me.”
“No. Stop being a brat.”
He reached down, grabbed my wrists, and then pinned them above my head again. Though I was fighting him with all my might, he easily held me in place with just one of his obscenely large hands.
“Grant, I swear I will knee you in the balls if you don’t let me go.”
“Don’t you dare,” he warned in a menacing growl. His voice was barely recognizable. And damn it, my body responded at once. With suffusing heat. With rising awareness. With depleting strength, now even less effective against him than before.
I wanted to scream as loud as possible because I was so frustrated. But again, what would the neighbors think? Worse, who would they call? I wasn’t interested in being on LAPD’s radar right now, in any way, shape, or form.
A more troubling consideration than that? The slow, sexy grin he actually did give in to then—which dissolved my ire and immediately reignited my fury.
Damn it.
Just…damn it!
Within seconds, this man was capable of stirring so much in my blood. Like a master mixologist, he made a cocktail of desire and anger, tossed in a pinch of fascination and a squeeze of passion, and then topped it all off with a twist of love.
But I wasn’t about to confess that to him.
He bent low to kiss me, but I turned my head so he made contact with my cheek instead of my mouth. I held my conviction firm even as he kissed a path back along my face to my ear and kissed me there too. With warm, heavy breaths, he tickled the sensitive skin just below that…before beginning to bite me in all those perfect, pulsing places.
He delivered little nips at first, starting under my ear, growing in intensity as he moved down my neck. By the time he reached my breast, I was writhing beneath him. My pussy was soaked and ready with arousal. If I could angle myself just right, I would be able to get his cock inside me. Not far at first, but just enough. If I could manage that, he’d surrender.
“Grant. Please, baby. Please fuck me. Fuck me so good. I’ve missed you. I need this. I need you. Please.”
My words worked their spell on me first. By now, I was beyond crazy with desire for this man. I let that need compel me to wrap my legs around his hips and hold on as tightly as I could. Using that leverage, I cinched myself even closer to him. Then I caved, turning my head to kiss him back with an open mouth. I wanted to sob in elation when a long growl erupted from deep in his throat.
“That’s my good girl now,” he murmured as we parted to suck down fresh air. “Oh God, yes, Rio. Your cunt feels so good. You’re so warm and wonderful, sliding on my cock like that. Are you ready for me, baby? I can’t hold off any longer.”
I released a breath of joyous abandon. “Hell yes,” I offered, thanking myself for being bold. “Yes. Please!”
He maneuvered into position, making room for himself deeper between my thighs. “My sweet Blaze. I need to fuck you right now.”
“I’m ready. I’ve been ready.”
But still he teased, entering me with agonizingly slow carefulness. Of all the times to treat me like a fragile doll, of course it was the one time I didn’t want to be. That wasn’t true, though. During sex, I never wanted to be treated gently. He knew that, so this slowdown was intentional.
But thank God, our rhythm built quickly. The sensations were exquisite. Every nerve ending in my body came alive, singing an aria of need at the same time. Grant matched my energy with all his dark, decadent harmonies. They were so perfect. So good. He buried himself so deep in me. Then deeper still.
“Grant. Oh my God. I can feel you. I can…feel you… It’s like—”
“My God, woman,” he chuckled out. “Finish a thought.”
“I can’t.” I huffed. “I can’t think straight.”
“Then don’t bother thinking. Just feel. Right now, it’s your job to just feel.”
“Oh. Okay. In that case…” A laugh bubbled out, despite my full awareness of his I am caveman, heed my grunts tone. “In that case, I’m going to get a raise, because I can really feel you. And shit, man. You feel so good. So…damn…”
My words were choked off because he made a movement with his hips that took the air right from my lungs.
“Yeah, it does feel good, baby,” he grated roughly. “And yeah, I am. Now flip over. Raise your ass in the air for me.”
He slid out, and at once I missed his fullness. But I scurried to my hands and knees, exactly as he’d dictated. Once there, I waited with shivering anticipation. Being vulnerable to him like this…it took me away from how exposed I felt to the rest of the world. Being this open for him made it easier to think about trusting others in my life. And of course, getting an orgasm at the end was the perfect perk to the process.
But soon, it seemed like his anticipating pause had gone on for a whole month. I finally gave up and dared a look over my shoulder—only to meet his disapproving scowl.
“What?” I blurted, fully aware—and disturbed by—how he remained back on his heels.
“I said raise your ass.” He motioned to my position like an intolerant ballet teacher correcting a student’s crappy plié.
“What?” I snapped. “And in case you didn’t notice, I—”
“This is not just your ass, is it? This is all of you.”