Seduced by Danger by Stephanie Julian Page A

pure male aggression. He wanted more of that sound. Wanted her to make it only for him.
    And he wanted to watch her.
    After his next inward thrust, he lifted his upper body until he could sit back on his heels, his hands on her hips making sure he kept his shaft lodged firmly inside her.
    She stayed on her back, arms over her head, looking like any man’s hottest wet dream. Her breasts, larger than he remembered, now filled his palms to overflowing. He cupped them, squeezing, rubbing his thumbs over the tight nipples then pinching them until she moaned. Her lips remained parted and her eyes narrowed down to slits to watch him.
    He played with her breasts until her hips started to move in a circular motion on his cock, trying to get some clitoral stimulation. He ran his hands down the sides of her body to her hips, holding her still.
    “Not yet, Cara. Don’t move, baby. I swear I’ll take care of you.”
    “Then do it, Michael. I want you to move.”
    Instead, he moved her, sliding her away from his body until the tip of his cock pulled free, springing up. Instead of diving right back in, he rubbed his cock on her labia, letting her moisture coat it, letting the head bump against her clit. She moaned again and tried to squirm closer but he held her too tightly.
    After a few more passes, he finally took his cock in hand and aimed it back into her body, pulling her forward again until he was seated tight. The angle allowed a deeper penetration but not enough clit action for her.
    So he pulled her off and flipped their positions, him on his back and her on her knees above him. He nearly came at the smile on her face.
    She took her time repositioning herself over him, straddling his waist and setting her hands low on his chest to steady herself. Or just torment him as her nails dug into his sensitized skin.
    When she had her knees set on either side of his hips, she trailed one hand down his stomach to wrap around his cock and pull it straight into the air. With her gaze on his, she stroked him, slow and tight, rubbing her thumb over the tip and spreading the moisture seeping from it.
    Heat flashed through his body and he grabbed for her hips as he reached his breaking point.
    “If you don’t fuck me soon, Cara, I’m gonna lose it.”
    “So lose it.” She shrugged one shoulder, the sexy motion making her breasts bounce and his tongue nearly fall out of his mouth. “Haven’t you figured out that’s what I want?”
    She wanted him to lose control? Wanted him to become an animal only interested in sex?
    “Cara—”
    She placed her fingers on his lips, stopping his words as she positioned her body over his and began the slow, teasing slide down his shaft.
    The urge to grab her hips and control her movements nearly overwhelmed him as she encased him in the sleek warmth of her body. She sank down onto him, let gravity join them.
    Gods, she felt incredible. She was the only woman he’d ever felt anything for except lust. Her scent sank into his lungs and lust tore into his gut as she rose up then settled back down. Next time, she did it a little harder, a little faster.
    And he felt his control slip away. His hands grabbed for her hips on their next downward slide, jerking her down harder, making them both gasp at the rush of sensation that tore through them.
    “Harder, Michael,” she sobbed. “I need you to do me harder.”
    The last string on his sanity snapped.
    Grabbing her hips, he fucked her hard and fast, controlling her movements.
    She gasped in pleasure, her head falling back until her hair brushed along his thighs, winding him higher. And it still wasn’t enough.
    “Bend over, baby,” he rasped. “Let me suck on you.”
    Her expression one of bliss, she did exactly what he wanted, leaning forward to put her hands on his shoulders, bringing her breasts close enough to get his lips on, her hair enclosing them like a curtain.
    He sucked her nipple into his mouth, not bothering to be too careful because she