“I’ve been seeing different doctors in the hopes of a better diagnosis,” she said, widening her legs and obviously taking matters into her own hands as she tentatively scraped her nails down his chest to his abdomen, where she began tracing each ridge. “The latest one was in California. Could you stop interrogating me now?”
“Sweetheart? This is nowhere near an interrogation.” He slid one finger inside her and was suddenly close to heaven again. Just like earlier. He leaned up and kissed her again, going deep, taking everything she was. Her sweet taste, strawberries mixed with oranges and something so pure it’d never leave him, propelled him right into full-on addiction.
He shouldn’t be getting this close to her. He couldn’t get lost in a woman, a human woman, and he knew it. His fate lay elsewhere.
Her small hand slipped beneath his boxers, the movement both cautious and curious.
He jolted, then froze. His heart pounded, and thunder bellowed in his ears. Her innocence and misplaced trust thickened his blood and burned electrical sparks across his skin. He removed his hand from her panties, manacled her wrist, and drew her hand out of his shorts. “Take a minute.” Then he leaned his forehead against hers, trying to control his breathing. “This isn’t what you want.”
She clutched his hip, her eyes wide. “This is exactly what I want.”
He gripped her jaw between his thumb and forefinger, leaning back to see her eyes. “Listen. You don’t know me. I’m a killer, baby. I won’t hurt you, but I’m not the kind of guy you want to waste yourself on. You deserve better. A house, kids, a full life with peace.”
Her eyes filled. “I don’t have a full life ahead of me, Garrett. I’ve seen five doctors, all specialists. I want to feel and live every moment during the time I have left.”
“I know better doctors than you do, and I’m going to help you.” His cock jumped against her thigh, harder than steel. “Let me make you feel good but stop pushing me to go further.”
Instead of agreeing or even thanking him for being so fucking chivalrous, she rolled her eyes. “You’re not in charge. The last thing I need is for some oversized biker to tell me what’s good for me. I’m not afraid of you, Garrett Kayrs. I may not know a lot about men, but I can tell you want me.” With that last statement, she reached for his dick again.
* * * *
Her body felt like it belonged to somebody else. To a wild and free, not to mention healthy, woman. Dessie ignored Garrett’s warning as her hand cupped him, or part of him. He was unbelievably hard.
“Not gonna warn you again, kitten.” His low rumble was so soft it made her shiver.
Even so, when his penis bucked against her hand, she smiled. Yes. He wanted her, and she wanted him, and it was time to see what the big deal about sex was. “I don’t think your body is listening to you.”
“I’ve noticed. But youaregoing to listen to me.” In one lightning-quick movement, he had her up and flipped over onto her stomach. The breath whooshed out of her lungs. Then his hand descended on her butt.
Hard.
“Hey,” she protested, shoving her arms out to turn herself back over.
He almost casually slid a muscled leg over both of hers, effectively pinning her. Then he shoved the bag down to their thighs, and chilled air kissed her skin. “You’re lucky I think you’re cute.” He smacked her butt several times, spreading warmth through her entire lower body. “Most people don’t get even one warning from me—you’ve had two.” He swatted her again, his palm spanning her entire bottom.
Pain lashed through her, followed by an intense wave of heat. Her sex clenched, and mini-explosions detonated inside her. Nerves she didn’t know she had sparked to life throughout her body. “Stop it.” Her voice was weak.
“You sure you want me to stop?” Dark amusement and need lowered his voice to guttural. He gave her two hard smacks on both cheeks to punctuate his question.
No. She wasn’t sure at all. What was wrong with her? Her body shouldn’t react like this. Shouldn’t be even more aroused. “Yes. Stop it?”
He swatted her right in the middle, fanning more flames. “Tell me you understand me. That when I tell you to stop something, you do it.”
She blinked, trying to get her brain back in charge. Even so, her traitorous body arched into his scalding palm. “I don’t require you to protect me from myself.” Her voice was breathy with unbelievable need.
“You need more protection than anybody I’ve ever met.” To prove it, he smacked her again. Then again. “Tell me you get me.”
“Fine. I get you.” She’d wear his palm prints for at least a day, if not two. Why did that arouse her?
He rubbed her abused butt, and she moaned, needing more. What, she wasn’t sure. “What do you get, kitten?” he asked.
She blinked. “Um, I’ll listen to you.”
“It’s a good start. How about you just obey me? Life will go a lot easier if you choose that path now.” His hand was driving her crazy, and he probably knew it.
She tried to swallow, but her entire nervous system was focused on the pleasure of his rough caress. “I don’t intend to obey anybody.”
He swatted her, and she cried out, her breath catching when the pain burst into pleasure. “Then you’re going to have a rough couple of weeks until we get your health figured out.” His hand pressed against her skin as if keeping the heat inside her. “I’m going to help you, and you’re not going to make my life more difficult while I do it. Period.”
