His fingers clenched her hips, digging in. Her nipples hardened within her tiny camisole, but the material wasn’t rough enough for what she needed.
What did she need? For once, she wasn’t sure.
He leaned back and bit her bottom lip. The sharp sting tore through her, shocking her with her response. “Paxton,” she breathed, her panties dampening.
His smile was wicked. “I’m done waiting for you to figure things out.” Then his lips were on hers again, his tongue taking her mouth like he owned it. Blood pounded in her clit, and she moaned, letting him tilt her head to the side and go deeper with his conquest.
He leaned into her, his body one long line of solid steel. The muscles and raw strength in his arms thrilled her.
“Paxton,” she moaned against his mouth, and he kissed her deeper, making her forget whatever it was she’d been about to say.
He took complete control in a way he never had before. She softened against him, unable to do anything else against such a hard body, and then reached up for his thick hair, tangling her fingers in the strands and holding tight. He pulled back to let her breathe and scraped his teeth along her jawline, wandering down to bite the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder. Her entire body shuddered, and she gasped, sliding her hands down to clutch his biceps. Her hands were too small to wrap around them, and even that thrilled her.
She had to think.
Need uncoiled inside her, hot and furious and demanding. This was wrong. He wasn’t for her, but she had never needed anything more in her entire life.
Her body contradicted her mind, and she caressed his neck. His tough-guy, strong, impossibly warm neck. She should stop this.
She threw that thought away as those sharp teeth scraped dangerously along her clavicle, and then she felt the sting of a bite right above her breast. That sting zinged through her entire body as sharp as any laser bullet, shooting right to her sex. She whimpered and tried to get closer. He was pure, raw heat and coiling danger, and he was somebody newand different.
Or maybe it was just Paxton fully unleashed.
His fingers were deadly, unrelenting as they stroked over her body, over her breasts. The pads of his thumbs were rough as he drew them across both nipples. She shuddered, wanting so much more.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he growled, throwing the covers off and grasping her rib cage, laying her down and covering her. Even though he kept his weight off her with his elbows, he blanketed her, completely pinning her to the bed. A delicious little thrill zipped through her entire body, electrifying her from within.
She didn’t knowwhat to think.
He was demanding ultimate surrender, and she couldn’t give that to him. She couldn’t give it to anybody, but she had never been so tempted. Had never feltmore feminine.
“Pax.” She gripped his face and held tight. His whiskers burned her palms, adding to the erotic sensations already whipping over her skin. “We have to stop.” Her body protested, and she tried to ignore it.
He lifted his head, and his eyes were a sharp, silvery, metallic blue with green striations.
For a second, she couldn’t speak. Everything inside her wanted to submit to the primal demand in them, and she wasn’t a woman who submitted. “We can’t do this.” Her voice trembled. With fear? With need? Maybe both.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he suddenly moved to the side, planted his heavy hand in the center of her chest and swiped his palm down her body in a hot caress that had her biting her lip to keep from begging for more. “You tell me to stop, I’ll stop. If not, you’re giving me this.”
She opened her mouth, and just as his fingers brushed over her clit, she couldn’t help but arch into his hand. “Paxton,” she whispered, shocked,needy, stunned.
His gaze searched her face, his jaw hard, his nostrils flared. “Yeah. You’re giving me this, Hope.” In one quick movement, he had the little shorts off her, and then his mouth replaced his hand. She cried out, arching into him as ecstasy ripped through her. She would never be the same.
And she needed more.
She craved.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed, grabbed both her legs and tossed them over his shoulders. What was happening? This was too much, and yet it wasn’t enough. She cried out, knowing without a doubt that if she told him tostop, he would.
She didn’t want thisto stop. Ever.
She bucked against his mouth, and he planted one hand on her abdomen, holding her down.
He reached up and tweaked her nipple and then soothed it before moving to her other breast. There was enough bite in his touch that she was moaning, moving against him, needing more.
He raked her clit with his tongue, lashing mercilessly, and then slid two fingers inside her. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She could only need, and Paxton was the only person in the world who could subdue this fire.
“Paxton,” she moaned. “Hurry up.”
