“This is insane!” I say with a laugh, grabbing my wineglass. I make it to the kitchen and even manage to rinse out my glass before the doorbell chimes, sending my pulse drumming fiercely.
I pull on a robe as I walk to the door, not surprised when I open it to find the ex-convict whose life I’m trying to straighten out.
He looks mad. Hungry? I can’t tell, but Christ, he looks delicious. All dark hair and blue eyes that remind me of the ocean on a stormy afternoon.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he growls, stepping in and backing me against the wall, the door slamming shut behind him. I blink up at the man, and it takes me a second to make sense of what he’s saying.
“You were watching?”
“Damn right,” he says thickly, sliding his hand to my nape before tunneling it into my hair and grabbing a fistful. “You putting on a show for me, baby? You’re lucky it was just me out there watching. I’d be forced to hunt down and kill any other man who sees you.”
His words send a shiver rolling down my spine, but I don’t get much time to react as his mouth crashes down on mine, stealing my breath from my lungs. I moan, sliding my hands up his sturdy chest before wrapping them around his shoulders. He kisses me with such need, such urgency that it sends heat flooding my sex. It feels like ages since I last felt him against me, since I kissed him and let him touch me.
I whimper into the kiss when his free hand slips under my robe and kneads my butt over my panties, pulling me against him to feel the hard press of his erection.
“Oh God,” I moan, tilting my head back when he breaks the kiss and his mouth starts racing down my throat, his hand fondling my ass possessively as he nips at my skin.
“You’re a fucking temptation!” Trigger growls, spinning me around to face the wall. “You wanted to give me a show, then let me help you with that.”
He runs his hand down my back and fondles my ass again before ripping my panties down to reveal my naked ass. The fabric slides down my legs and to the floor, and he kicks it aside.
“Trigger—”
“You drive me insane, Maeve,” he growls. “I was trying to be a good man.” He rubs his palm up and down my heated cheek. “After what happened earlier, I was out there trying to talk myself into giving you space and not storming in here, but then you stepped out and tempted me. You called me. And now I’m here and I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy just like you wanted.”
I whimper, my body trembling when he runs a hand between my legs, squeezing my thighs as he works his way to my pulsing sex.
“It turns you on,” he rasps into my ear, nibbling the back of it as he rubs his finger over my swelling clit, spreading wetness over my sex. “You liked it when I said that I’ve been watching you.” I was also jealous, but I don’t want to open that can of worms just yet. “You like it enough that your pussy is dripping.”
Dammit, he’s right.
“I don’t,” I argue for form’s sake.
I bite down a moan when he slides his thick finger into me, working it in and out. My sex is beyond wet, sending slick sounds carrying through the room. A dog yelps somewhere outside, but Trigger doesn’t let me focus on anything else as he slides his free hand around my body and cups my breast, strumming my nipple as he fingers me.
Pleasure floods my sex and I explode, clenching hard around his thick digit. I bite my lip hard and drop my forehead against the cool wall as rough tremors roll through my body.
I’m still shaking when he pulls out his finger, his breathing heavy, and I shiver when I hear him tug down his zipper. And then his hand is back around my waist, my legs trembling as he slides his thickness into my dripping hole.
“Oh God!” I sob at the intense feeling, pleasure beyond anything I have ever experienced before. Too much for me to bear. My knees threaten to give, but he holds me up, moaning loudly when he starts gliding in and out, slowly at first. So slowly that I think I might die. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” he rasps into my ear, biting it. “What do you want?”
“You,” I whimper. “Fuck me hard, please.”
He pulls out and then slams into me, so hard it pushes me to my tiptoes. I moan loudly, uncaring of how far the sound carries ashe starts thrusting into me with the grace and finesse of a raging bull. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure lighting up my body.
I whine when he pulls out and spins me around, lifting me off the floor. I instinctively wrap my legs around him as he hammers into me again, taking me furiously against the wall while I can do nothing but take it. Take him.
In the moment, I see nothing but him. All the jealousy and insecurities fade as he pounds into me, pulling me closer to yet another orgasm. I cling to him, burying my face into his neck as he takes me harder and faster, his grunts signaling just how close to the edge he is.
It’s not going to take long, not for either of us, and when he buries his teeth into my shoulder, the shock of it trips me off the edge and I climax with a sob, clenching hard around him as waves of pleasure roll through me endlessly. My vision wavers and I barely register his orgasm, his grunts rough against my ear as he pours his seed into me, filling me with his warmth.
“You’re mine,” he growls, ramming into me one last time before he drops his head to my shoulder.
“Yours,” I whisper, burrowing into his strength. Taking comfort in the fact that I’ve experienced more of him than Anya Jones ever did. It’s petty and it’s stupid, but it brings me comfort, so I take it. “Only yours.”
And I will protect him.
