He squared up to her and leaned in, kissed her lips. He took his time and kept his hand gentle as he cupped the back of her head. The slow-motion kiss dredged up warmth from her middle. She sighed and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He picked her up and settled her on the counter, then dragged his kisses down to her jawline, then her neck, then trailed kisses along her collarbone.
He unsnapped her bra in the back and pulled it slowly from her arms, let it slip to the floor.
“Do you know how hard it is to put clothes on you right now?” he asked in a rough voice.
She couldn’t stop smiling as he pulled his T-shirt over her head. She gripped the neckline and inhaled deeply. It smelled like his cologne, and the bodywash he used.
He settled himself between her thighs again and kissed her. Perhaps he’d meant to keep them slow tonight, but she wanted to feel his skin, so she pulled his sweater up and off his head. His beanie came off with it, and his hair was deliciously mussed. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he rolled his eyes closed at her touch. God, she loved how he reacted to her.
She’d never felt as powerful as she did in moments like these, when she was with Dodger.
“I worship you,” he whispered, and nipped at her neck.
Her body went pliable and she rocked to the side and ran her fingers up the back of his hair. “Tell me more.”
“Your body,” he murmured, trailing biting kisses down her neck. “Your skin.” He sipped her lips and slipped his hand up her shirt to her breast, and she gasped as he massaged her there. “Your heart,” he rumbled. “I want to own you.”
That was supposed to be a red flag, right? Not for her. She smiled at the ceiling and cupped his cheeks, pulled him in for a deeper kiss. She was tough, she knew. She was independent, but oh there was something so sexy about a dominant man with good intention wanting to possess her.
“What do you want from me?” she whispered.
He pulled her hips to the edge of the counter and ground against her. “I want everything. Tattoo my name on you. Bear my bite mark,” he said, grazing his teeth against the apex where her neck sloped down. “Take my last name.” He gripped her hair in the back and pushed his tongue past her lips, once, twice. Eased back. Then, “Let me keep you full of my cum.”
Her heart was pounding so hard at those beautiful promises.
He dragged his lips to her ear and sucked gently on her earlobe, then said, “Let me take care of you. Let me protect you.”
“What do you want in return?” she whispered.
“Your soul.” He eased back just enough for her to see the wicked glint in his glowing blue eyes.
“Monster,” she whispered.
“Your monster,” he growled.
“I’ll think about it,” she murmured, but gasped as he slid his finger into her.
His eyes locked on hers, the devil’s smile on his lips, Dodger said, “Mmm mm, you’ll give in to me.”
“What if you leave?” she whispered mindlessly as he pushed his finger into her again.
“I can’t leave, and you know it,” he said in a soft growl.
“But you want to,” she uttered, arching her back as he slid his fingers in and out of her.
He slid his free hand around her throat and dragged her gaze to his, and she could see the honesty there in his eyes as he told her, “I won’t ever want to leave. Not anymore.”
And oh, that devotion. A slow smile stretched her face as she unfastened the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down. “Then you know what you have to do.”
He drank her lips, and then rumbled, “What’s that?”
“Take care of me, like you promised.”
He smiled into his kiss as he lifted her off the counter easily and hugged her tightly against his chest as he lowered her to the rug on the kitchen floor.
A first. She’d never done this on a floor, and she loved that he was already desperately kissing her and massaging her body under her T-shirt. He peeled it over her head and lowered down until his chest was warm against hers. His kiss was deep, lapping, consuming her and Destiny’s head swam with a fuzzy sensation. Oh, this man was getting her addicted to him.
He lifted off her just enough to reach down and peel her panties from her thighs and threw them before he was back to kissing her. His hands were everywhere. Caressing her breast, massaging the side of her throat, gripping the back of her hair, gripping her thigh. Every touch was perfect. Time held no meaning as he claimed every inch of her body. And when she was writhing against him in desperation, begging with her words, only then did he slide his cock deep inside of her.
