“Don’t.” My eyes flew open at the sharpness of that one word. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”
His expression was downright severe, his features hardening to stone. My lips parted on a choppy exhale as the intensity pouring off of him slammed into me. “What?”
He wrapped his fingers around my wrists and pulled my hands away. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this.” As if to punctuate his point, he slid his hands down my ribs slowly, his touch feeling downright reverent. His gaze was worshipful as he watched them track across the dip in my waist to the swell of my hips. He clenched his hands, his fingers digging in possessively. “How long I’ve wanted to touch you just like this... to have you laid out completely bare for me and at my mercy. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you hide from me. Not when my goddamn dream is finally coming true.”
My breasts heaved as I pulled in such a deep breath I was surprised my lungs didn’t explode. Everything he said, the genuine sincerity shining in his gaze like blinking stars. He meant it. This man who looked and felt like he’d been carved from marble wanted me so badly I could feel it in his touch, like electricity arcing in the air between us.
Not only did he make me believe he meant it but he made mefeelas beautiful as he insisted I looked. With my confidence back in force, I reached up to unsnap the button on my jeans and slide the zipper down. I’d never in my life felt more powerful than I did just then, watching Raylan’s eyes darken, his attention rapt as I slid my pants to the floor and kicked them off. I sent up a silent thank you to the sex gods for granting me the foresight to do my laundry a day early so I had on a pretty lace bra and thongin a deep plum color instead of my usual stretched out, faded, saggy laundry day underwear.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned as he drank in the sight of my pretty lingerie. He took a step closer and reached for me, but I held up my hand to stop him.
“Ah, ah, ah.” I braced my hands on my hips and gave him a smile full of sass and attitude. “Not so fast. Your turn.”
He returned my grin with his own that was dripping with arrogance. Oh yeah, the asshole knew he looked good, but I had to admit he deserved to be cocky. Grabbing hold of his collar at the back of his neck, he yanked it over his head in one smooth move. My eyes didn’t know where to look first. Firm, rounded pecs sat atop a stomach that was chiseled to perfection. It had been a few years since I’d seen him in a pair of swim trunks, and in that time, he’d managed to pack on even more muscle. His jeans were next, revealing thighs thick as tree trunks and dusted with the same golden hair he had everywhere else, including that little trail that started beneath his belly button and dipped down into the waistband of his navy boxer briefs. The appendage currently tenting that cotton was big enough to give me a moment’s pause as I considered whether or not it would even fit.
“It will,” Raylan husked, his throat working on a swallow.
I blinked away the dickmatization and cleared my throat. I knew I hadn’t said that last part out loud. “Huh?”
“Caught that flash of fear on your face while you were starin’ at my dick. You’re worried it won’t fit. Trust me, baby. I’ll get it in and make you feel so fuckin’ good while I’m at it.”
Man, he was good at dirty talk. I had to say, that surprised me a little, in the very best way. I guess I always thought his penchant for surliness would lead to silence in the bedroom. Glad to see I’d assumed wrong.
With that potential worry done away with, I let myself look my fill. I bit down on my bottom lip as I tried to mentallycatalogue where all I wanted to lick and what path I wanted to take... where I wanted to start first.
He held his arms out wide and gave me that crooked grin that made his dimple appear beneath the scruff on his cheek. “You need another minute, or have you ogled me long enough?”
I slid the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip and twirled my finger in the air unapologetically. The chuckle Raylan let out warmed my chest while the sight of his biteable ass made me wet with arousal.
He slowly turned in a circle, not an ounce of shame. And when he glanced back at me over his shoulder and winked, I swore I had a mini-orgasm on the spot. Once he faced forward, he hooked his thumbs in the briefs and shoved them down his legs. His cock sprang free, hard and thick and pointing straight at me. God, his body really was perfection.
With each passing second I felt myself get needier, my core clenching, desperate to be filled. I made quick work of my bra and panties, eager to move things on to the next phase, but when I reached for him, Raylan took a step back, one corner of his mouth curling up in a smirk as he twirled his index finger in the air and repeated my earlier words.
“Not so fast. Your turn.”
My entire body flushed a deep crimson, and I was sure I felt hot to the touch. A wave of nervous energy washed over me, causing a giggle to burst past my lips as I copied him and turned in a slow circle. I’d never felt so exposed, yet so excited at the same time. My belly felt lighter than air, like I just drank something fizzy.
The noise that came from his chest once my back was to him had goosebumps breaking out across my skin.
“That goddamnass.” I looked over my shoulder to find him grinding his molars. “Even better than I imagined. And it’s unnatural how often I’ve imagined your ass.” I stopped myturning and arched my back, sticking it out farther as a moan rose up in my chest. He wasn’t even touching me and I was more turned on than ever before. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt that, by the time this night was over, he was going to have ruined me for any other man.
The crack of his palm against my ass filled the otherwise quiet room. I sucked in a sharp breath as the burn of his handprint radiated through my body, sending a fresh rush of arousal between my thighs.
“Oh.”
He pressed his chest against my back, his heat washing over me as he ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. “You like that, Chaos?” I clamped my lips between my teeth on a whimper, my belly quivering beneath his touch as his hand continued its trail around my body until he was cupping me between my legs. “Oh yeah.” He growled against my neck, his long, skilled fingers dragging through the wetness that built there. “My girl fuckin’ loves it. You want it again, baby?”
I answered silently, thrusting my ass back into him and bending forward to brace my hands in the mattress, desperate to feel that stinging crack again. He knew exactly what I was begging for, and didn’t hesitate to give it to me, spanking the opposite cheek before rubbing the pain away gently. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams.
“Fuckingperfect,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but feel like a goddess.
Chapter Twenty-One
Raylan
Imoved so fast I startled a yelp out of Lennix when I grabbed her by the hips and hauled her upright. I gave myself a single moment to bury my nose in her hair and pull that warm, spicy sweetness into my lungs. Then I spun her around so fast her delighted giggle filled the room and every available inch of space inside my chest.
Christ, that sound.
