skin.
“Ignore it.”
It was all the dog’s
fault, and by extension, Drex’s. If Drex hadn’t found her, and
she hadn’t backed me into a corner, I wouldn’t be sitting by a
cooktop with my legs apart and a virtual stranger’s cock causing
every nerve in my beat-up body to explode.
He grabbed my wrists
and forced them behind my back. “What’s that for?” I gasped.
“You had your warning
and now it’s too late. You’re mine.”
When I tried to pull
away, he gripped harder. “I like it when you struggle,” he said.
“Not that it’ll get you anywhere.”
His cock throbbed
against me. The whisper-thin fabric of the shorts did nothing to
conceal his length and thickness. And the way he held me with all his
strength – it gave me every excuse I needed to give in and let him
touch me, wherever and however he liked.
As soon as I let my
hands relax in his firm grip, my ring struck the granite counter.
When it did, it made a light ringing noise that shattered my heart.
That damn ring.
Had a man put it on my
finger? If so, where was he? What the hell was I doing right now?
“Drex, no,” I
muttered against his perfect, intoxicating lips. Every kiss was a
drug, a healing balm on all the mental and physical wounds of the
last few days.
“Yes,” he said.
“But we don’t know
–”
He let go of my wrists
and took my chin in his fingers. “Look at me,” he said, his
green-flecked gaze grabbing mine and not letting go. “What we don’t
know won’t hurt us. Do you understand me?”
“But –”
“But, everything else
is speculation. All we have is right now.”
“We have tomorrow.”
“Do we? Are you
sure?” Still holding my chin, he began unzipping his jeans with his
other hand. “Or do we just have this?”
He took my hand and
brought it to his cock. I was too compelled, too needy to pull my
hand away. Slowly, searchingly, I ran my fingers across it, stroked
its wide girth and felt the pulsing veins along the shaft. His groans
of pleasure made my stomach tighten and dip. If I’d ever heard a
man make such an arousing sound, I didn’t know it.
“Sweet Jane,” he
moaned. “Where did you come from? Heaven?”
I thought of all the
scorched desert miles I’d walked and barely survived. “Hell,
actually,” I said, pressing my lips to the hollow of his throat.
He exhaled a ragged
breath. “Even better.”
I’ve
never done anything so crazy , I thought, before realizing
that I had no way of knowing. This might be something I did every
day, with every sexy man I could get my hands on.
But my instincts said
it wasn’t. It felt too much like a first time, with all of the
heart-pounding excitement that came with it.
“I’m going to have
you,” he said. “Right here. Right now.”
I gasped as he pinched
my nipples. Everything was hurried except for the perfect, slow
pressure of his fingers. That was gentle, meant to give me exquisite
pleasure and break me down. To make me forget that I had another life
somewhere. And that this might be very wrong.
But wrong or not, my
body craved him. I squeezed him harder and felt his huge cock pulse
in response. “No turning back, now, Blue Eyes,” he said.
For the first time
today, I liked that nickname. A lot.
I heard the soft click
of nails on tile as Diesel got up and loped toward her kennel in the
living room. Her master was about to ravish me and, apparently, that
was reassurance enough for her.
He took me by the
waist, pulled me down off the counter, and whirled me around. With a
quick tug, he yanked the gym shorts to my knees. Then, using the toe
of his boot, he pushed the fabric all the way to my ankles. It was
raw, rough, and almost unbearably arousing.
“Step out,” he
ordered. “Spread your legs.”
I stepped out and
kicked the shorts aside. Planting my feet apart, I leaned my hands on
the counter and silently begged him to fuck me.
Please
make me feel good. Take me away from whoever I am.
As if he could hear
every word,
“Ignore it.”
It was all the dog’s
fault, and by extension, Drex’s. If Drex hadn’t found her, and
she hadn’t backed me into a corner, I wouldn’t be sitting by a
cooktop with my legs apart and a virtual stranger’s cock causing
every nerve in my beat-up body to explode.
He grabbed my wrists
and forced them behind my back. “What’s that for?” I gasped.
“You had your warning
and now it’s too late. You’re mine.”
When I tried to pull
away, he gripped harder. “I like it when you struggle,” he said.
“Not that it’ll get you anywhere.”
His cock throbbed
against me. The whisper-thin fabric of the shorts did nothing to
conceal his length and thickness. And the way he held me with all his
strength – it gave me every excuse I needed to give in and let him
touch me, wherever and however he liked.
As soon as I let my
hands relax in his firm grip, my ring struck the granite counter.
When it did, it made a light ringing noise that shattered my heart.
That damn ring.
Had a man put it on my
finger? If so, where was he? What the hell was I doing right now?
“Drex, no,” I
muttered against his perfect, intoxicating lips. Every kiss was a
drug, a healing balm on all the mental and physical wounds of the
last few days.
“Yes,” he said.
“But we don’t know
–”
He let go of my wrists
and took my chin in his fingers. “Look at me,” he said, his
green-flecked gaze grabbing mine and not letting go. “What we don’t
know won’t hurt us. Do you understand me?”
“But –”
“But, everything else
is speculation. All we have is right now.”
“We have tomorrow.”
“Do we? Are you
sure?” Still holding my chin, he began unzipping his jeans with his
other hand. “Or do we just have this?”
He took my hand and
brought it to his cock. I was too compelled, too needy to pull my
hand away. Slowly, searchingly, I ran my fingers across it, stroked
its wide girth and felt the pulsing veins along the shaft. His groans
of pleasure made my stomach tighten and dip. If I’d ever heard a
man make such an arousing sound, I didn’t know it.
“Sweet Jane,” he
moaned. “Where did you come from? Heaven?”
I thought of all the
scorched desert miles I’d walked and barely survived. “Hell,
actually,” I said, pressing my lips to the hollow of his throat.
He exhaled a ragged
breath. “Even better.”
I’ve
never done anything so crazy , I thought, before realizing
that I had no way of knowing. This might be something I did every
day, with every sexy man I could get my hands on.
But my instincts said
it wasn’t. It felt too much like a first time, with all of the
heart-pounding excitement that came with it.
“I’m going to have
you,” he said. “Right here. Right now.”
I gasped as he pinched
my nipples. Everything was hurried except for the perfect, slow
pressure of his fingers. That was gentle, meant to give me exquisite
pleasure and break me down. To make me forget that I had another life
somewhere. And that this might be very wrong.
But wrong or not, my
body craved him. I squeezed him harder and felt his huge cock pulse
in response. “No turning back, now, Blue Eyes,” he said.
For the first time
today, I liked that nickname. A lot.
I heard the soft click
of nails on tile as Diesel got up and loped toward her kennel in the
living room. Her master was about to ravish me and, apparently, that
was reassurance enough for her.
He took me by the
waist, pulled me down off the counter, and whirled me around. With a
quick tug, he yanked the gym shorts to my knees. Then, using the toe
of his boot, he pushed the fabric all the way to my ankles. It was
raw, rough, and almost unbearably arousing.
“Step out,” he
ordered. “Spread your legs.”
I stepped out and
kicked the shorts aside. Planting my feet apart, I leaned my hands on
the counter and silently begged him to fuck me.
Please
make me feel good. Take me away from whoever I am.
As if he could hear
every word,
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