“Really?” Hands on his chest, she pushed as much space between them as she could manage. “Those are big words for a man who spent the past two years avoiding the last woman who belonged to him.”
Planting his lips over hers, he spoke roughly against her mouth. “I’d stop now if I were you.”
She jerked her head away. “Really? And what’re you gonna do if I don’t? Ground me? Lock me up? Spank me? While you’re at it, why not add a few ‘you belong to me’ bruises?” To make her point, she broke his grip and held up her arm.
He snatched her wrist out of the air for a closer look. Yep, three little red patches matching his finger span decorated the inside of her elbow. “Jesus! I’m sorry.”
He dropped her arm and backed away, feeling like a complete asshole.
Green eyes throwing daggers, she advanced on him. “You’re sorry. You started all of this, and that’s all you have to say. You’re sorry?”
Both hands against his chest, she shoved him away, only to follow, instantly closing the space between them. “What about the kisses, Chase? Are you sorry about those?”
“No.” His back against the door, the hard wood was a sharp contrast to the yielding flesh rubbing against him.
“And the ‘you belong to me’ bullshit? Are you admitting that was a mistake too?”
“You know it’s not bullshit,” he growled, his tone harsh, his voice ragged.
Hands fisted into his shirt, she pressed her nose against the side of his neck and inhaled him deep. “So prove it.” Her sweet spot finding his erection, she ground herself against his hard-on, the friction making him groan.
“Jesus, Gray. Stop,” he pleaded, his hips grinding against hers in a manner that contradicted his words.
“Stop? Is that what you want? You want me to stop? Is this you, wanting me to stop?” Cupping him through his pants, she molded her palm around his painfully stiff cock, and pressing herself against him, she whispered in his ear. “Let me guess? We can’t do this. Right?” She squeezed him hard, almost making him come.
“Gray, please…”
“Make me stop.” Using the tip of her tongue, she licked the skin below his ear before she took his lobe between her lips. He palmed the back of her neck, and she brushed his hand away, making negative noises in her throat as she left a trail of kisses along the side of his neck.
She released her hold, raking her nails down the front of his shirt. Both hands finding their way under the cotton, she reversed the journey, and rucking up his tee, she pulled it over his head and dropped it like it was hot.
Her fingers splayed wide, she ran them over his pecs in a downward direction that had his breath coming in short and fast. She wet her lips, the pink tip of her tongue running corner to corner.
Chase came undone. His resolve to wait until after the mission before taking things to the next level with Gray disintegrated. He was at her mercy.
He filled his hands with her ass cheeks, his fingers sinking in deep, forcing her closer. She filled his senses. The feel of her, the smell of her, the need for her, laid him out.
His head swam, and his cock punched against his zipper.
He palmed the back of her neck and pulled her in to take her in a kiss. Completely in charge, she refused him, turning her head so his mouth came close to her ear. Her name on his lips was a moan and an impassioned plea all at once.
“Make me stop,” she dared again, breaking his grip and grabbing for the waistband of his pants. Her hands were rough as she popped the button and pulled at the zipper separating their flesh. Pants undone, she shoved them down his legs, and letting gravity do the rest, she palmed him through the fabric of his boxers.
His cock threatened to explode at her touch. Stroking her way to the top of his shaft, she freed the head of him, and going to her knees, she took his shorts south with a hard jerk.
Oh God!In an instant, she had him deep in her mouth. She wasn’t gentle about it, and he damn near died on the spot. Seeing Gray on her knees, the base of his cock in her fist, her lips working his head. Fuck! He slammed his eyes closed and punched his skull against the door. Her mouth felt incredible, beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
Hot and wet, she worked him mercilessly, sliding him in and out and sucking at him hard. She took him to the edge and back, her hand stroking the long, solid length of him. With her free hand, she cupped his balls, toying with him until he saw stars behind his closed lids.
His hands came to rest on the top of her head, and feeling the knot she had her hair in, he opened his eyes and pulled the elastic free. It fell in a soft brown wave over her shoulders and down her back.
God, she was beautiful. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
He tangled her curls in his hands, and she looked up at him, eyes burning with triumph as her head and her hand worked him back and forth in a perfect rhythm. Unhinged, his hips started moving, matching her strokes as she took him to the brink again and again.
About to go off in her mouth, he dragged her off him and yanked her to her feet. Taking charge, he reversed their positions and pinned her against the door, his knee wedged between her thighs, pushing them apart.
The need in him so great he had no time for anything else. Pulling aside the black cotton covering her, he palmed her ass and lifted her from the floor. She spread her legs wide, and with a shout, he buried himself to the hilt in a single strike at her core.
