Then he finally released her mouth. “I ain’t playin’, Noni.”
Neither was she. Grasping the hem of her T-shirt, she whipped it over her head. He instantly grasped her wrists behind her back, holding her in place, careful of the bandage near her elbow.
She gaped. “Denver?”
His smile was all determination. “Like I said.” Using his free hand, he pushed her panties to one side, exposing her. Cool air brushed her tender parts, and she moaned. Then he slid his knuckles over her slick folds, pressing gently and then easing a finger inside her. White-hot lightning burst pleasure through her, and she bit her lip to keep from begging.
How had she forgotten this part? Forgotten how easily he took control and made her feel so much? Too much? “Den—”
“Look how tight and wet you are, sweetheart. All for me,” he murmured, stroking inside her.
She moved her hips, jerking as he added another finger inside her. Stretching her. Her shoulders rolled in an effort to release her arms, but he held fast. The slight struggle only increased her need. Her hunger.
“I’ve missed you, Non. Missed this.” His fingers moved, sliding out and then back in. Deep and slow with perfect control.
Warning bells—finally—trilled inside her head, but it was way too late. She’d missed this. The feeling of vulnerability and helplessness as he took her places she’d never imagined.
“Ah, you’re remembering.” His knuckles tapped across her clit. She cried out, and he smiled. “This is where you don’t have to be in control. Don’t have decisions to make. Nothing is on your shoulders.” He leaned in, kissed across her jaw, and bit beneath her ear.
She jumped and gasped.
“In fact, you don’t get to be in control.” Leaning back, he studied her bra, his hand at her core cupping her. “Pretty.” Then his gaze caught hers and trapped it. “I’m gonna let go of your wrists. You keep them there, where I have them. Got it?”
Defiance, somehow, flared up inside her.
His eyelids half lowered, giving him the look of a predator. “You move, you get spanked. You really want that tonight?”
Wings beat through her abdomen. He’d spanked her once, and she’d orgasmed so hard that night she’d been in a daze for hours. But she didn’t want a daze. She wanted here and now and memories. “Not tonight,” she breathed, her voice shaking with need.
“Then, baby, do what I say.” He released her wrists, and she kept them in place. “Good girl.” His gaze dropped to her bra. The air around them, between them, ignited.
Her thigh muscles began to tremble, and when he released her sex, she whimpered in protest. Both his hands went to her bra, and he tore in it half. Nothing in her protested as the material was flung across the room. Cold air wisped across her bare nipples, sliding down to her clit, even with the heat pouring off him.
He leaned back, taking her in. “God, yes. Perfect.” Lust and hunger glittered bright in his blue eyes along with a primal possessiveness that should’ve given her pause. Instead, she drank it in. The man was staring at her as if he wanted to take her hard and keep her forever. Her fingers twitched behind her back, and she clenched them together to keep them in place. The control cost her, but the pleasure curving his lips made it worthwhile.
“Lift,” he murmured.
She used her thighs to lift up, allowing him to jerk down his jeans and briefs, before falling back down, her bare skin against his rock-hard erection. “I want to touch you,” she breathed.
“No.” The word was ragged but the tone firm. “You still on the pill?” he asked.
She nodded, her nails digging into her palms.
“Good.” He grasped her hip, slightly lifting her. His other hand, with those dangerous fingers, spread her open.
God, it was too unbelievable. She closed her eyes, trusting he’d keep her safe. Then he slowly pushed her down on him, his hard shaft instantly seeking entry. Her flesh stretched, surrounding him as her body trembled. Pleasure rushed through her, edged with pain, mingling into a sensation so intense she could only feel. Her hands released, and one of his was instantly banded around her wrists, keeping them pressed against the small of her back.
Her eyelids flashed open.
Determination and lust stamped hard on his angled face. “Don’t. Move.”
She swallowed, her body vibrating, her breasts so heavy they ached.
Finally, her butt rested on his thighs. She tried to lift up, tried to move, tried to dispel some of the need . . . and he held her in place. She could do nothing but take what he was giving. Wait until he gave more. Even his gaze trapped her in place. The reality of his strength and her vulnerability uncoiled sparks inside her, starting an internal trembling.
“No.” He tapped her clit.
She arched against him, raw fire ripping through her.
