She gasped him in, kissing him back, and then let loose with a low chuckle right before biting his lip.
Surprise whipped into lightning-hot desire. He flipped her around, his body keeping her still, and grabbed her wrists to put above her head. She struggled against him, her soft laugh stroking his lust hotter than either one of them should want.
Indulging himself, holding her in place, he traced her spine down her back with one finger. She shivered and shook her head, tumbling her silky hair over her shoulders.
He drew in her scent and tucked his finger in the waist of her jeans, giving an experimental tug.
She stopped moving.
He grinned and shifted to press his cock to her ass, feeling her moan to his balls. His free hand flattened across her abdomen. She pressed back against him, her back arching.
Sensation burned through him.
He unsnapped her jeans and shoved them down, leaving her delicate pink thong in place. It had probably matched the ruined bra. When the jeans reached her knees, he stopped and stood back up, his hold on her wrists tightening and raising her almost to her toes.
She shifted and then caught her breath, her legs shaking but unable to move.
“Yeah. You’re trapped,” he whispered, his breath at her ear. He curved his hand over her rounded buttock and squeezed.
Her head went back.
The skin across her hip was smoother than silk as he caressed her and moved his hand over her sex.
She moaned.
“Are you wet for me?” he whispered, sliding his fingers beneath the material. His low chuckle echoed against her neck, and his cock ached enough to really hurt. “Oh, baby. You’re wet.” And she was.
Her thigh muscles clenched, trying to still the ache. He laughed and set a knee between her legs, keeping her nice and open for him.
She was beyond soft and sweet, and when he stroked across her swollen clit, she gave a mewling sound that was for him. He hoped to God it was the last thing he heard when his time finally came. Her body gyrated against him, and when he slipped a finger inside her incredibly wet heat, they both groaned.
He licked along her ear. “Now, sweetheart. Let’s talk about obedience.”
Her shoulder rocked back into his chest. “God, Talen,” she breathed.
Not exactly what he wanted to hear. Punishing them both, he freed his hand.
She shook her head.
He palmed her ass again. “You were saying?”
* * *
Cara’s entire body hungered on the fine edge of pain. Only Talen could do this to her, and by the dangerously hard cock pressed to her hip, he was in the same state. “Sex now, talk later,” she gasped out.
He squeezed her butt. “Talk now,” he growled.
Her eyelids flipped open, and she tried to focus on the door in front of her face. “What?”
“Obey? Yes or no in battle situations?” He stroked her ass, his fingers firm.
She stopped breathing. There was a right answer, there had to be. But what the hell. “No.”
The ensuing slap from his large hand was angled up, and she instinctively went up on her tiptoes. “What the—”
Another slap. Then three more. Heat spread from his hand, right to her aching clit. Oh God. So much. She wanted more.
He caressed her smarting flesh. “Say you get me,” he rumbled.
