“I’ve got you.” His voice had deepened, become rough with a tone that tortured her already sensitized nerve endings. He reached up and snapped open her jeans, smoothly sliding them down her legs without moving from his position. Then, as if he wanted to claim every square inch of her, he caressed her calves and placed a kiss on each knee.
Fire lanced through her.
She’d had no idea feet or knees could be erogenous zones. What was he doing to her? His teeth sank into her right thigh. Not enough to bruise or even really hurt, but with enough of a bite that she stopped breathing. For the first time, she realized how little she’d understood the high-powered lawyer. His cloak of professionalism, of sheer intelligence, truly masked the predator breathing beneath his skin.
This glimpse of him…was intoxicating.
He sucked on her other thigh, forcing blood to that small part, guaranteeing he’d leave his mark for at least a week. His gaze rose and met hers, showing pleasure. Dark masculine pleasure that she’d wear the brand—his brand—for a while.
Shocking need tugged low in her abdomen, and wetness spilled from her.
As if catching a scent, his nostrils flared. Then he found her. Moving slightly, he placed his mouth right on her core over her panties and sucked.
She cried out, arching against his scalding hot mouth.
“God, you’re perfect,” he rumbled, sliding the material down her legs, revealing all of her to him.
She squirmed. “I, uh, don’t need that.” Though man, she wanted it.
His gaze turned velvet over steel. “That’s unfortunate, because I do need it. Want it. And that’s what matters.” The dominant hard tone expelled the oxygen from the room.
A faint feeling of vulnerability took her and then his mouth was on her, and she forgot all sense of reality. He went at her with that single-minded concentration she’d seen in him before, but not like this. There wasn’t anything else in the world like this. His mouth, tongue, fingers, and teeth all forced unreal pleasure from her, and she shut her eyes, trying to ride out the storm.
He paused. “Look at me.” His mouth was still against her, and the possessive words echoed throughout her body.
Sucking in air, she forced her eyelids to open. What she saw shook her and rushed need so quickly to her sex that she gasped. His expression was all male, harsh, lust glittering in his eyes. “Mine.” Keeping her gaze captive, he lowered his mouth again and sucked her clit into his mouth. Then his tongue lashed her, rough and wet.
Even here, he was in complete control. It’d be intimidating if it wasn’t such a turn-on.
She splintered, whispering his name, unable to keep her eyes open. The orgasm tore through her, ripping apart every nerve, exploding out from her core to reach every cell. He mercilessly flicked her with his tongue until she came down, unable to take any more. “Scott.” She reached for him.
“Yeah.” He stood and tore off his shirt. The battle wounds on his torso, old and now new, served to emphasize the cut muscle and raw strength beneath each scar. How had he survived so much? Unzipping his jeans, he kicked them somewhere else, leaving him in black boxers. Boxers he filled out in a way that had her mouth watering.
He was still in command. She didn’t want that. She wanted him as out of his mind, as removed from his demons, as she was right now. So she reached for him, gratified when he put one knee on the bed and levered himself over her.
Finally, she could touch him. Humming, she gently traced the healed knife wounds on his shoulder, careful to avoid the fresh bandages on the other side of his rib cage. “So much pain,” she whispered, trying to ease it with her touch.
“Don’t feel pain.” He grasped the hem of her shirt and pushed it up, forcing her to lift her head. Then it was gone. Somewhere across the room. His callused fingers slid beneath her bra, brushing her needy breasts. Suddenly, she wanted more. Then the bra was gone and his lips were enclosing one nipple. He scored her with his teeth and she clamped both hands on his head, tugging on his hair, moaning in raw pleasure.
This wasn’t healthy. She wasn’t even sure it was possible but happily gave up reality. Another moan tore from her.
He moved to the other breast, his heated breath flashing along her skin. “You taste like heaven.”
“I don’t taste like anything,” she gasped, trying to think a little.
“You do,” he countered, stroking her with his tongue.
It was too much and yet she needed more. She clamped her hands on his shoulders and pulled.
He lifted his head, his nostrils flaring. “You’ll take what I give you.” Then he sank his teeth around her nipple.
She gasped as pain and pleasure collided inside her. Who was this man? “Scott—”
He lashed her nipple with his rough tongue and lifted up again. “I’m in charge here, brilliant one. Get used to it.” He then moved up her, the long, hard length of his cock pressing against her.
Her eyes might’ve rolled back into her head as her hips arched against him. She wanted him inside her more than anything else in the world, both of them barreling headfirst into pleasure. “Now, Scott,” she ordered.
He stared down at her, and the primal lust on his face should’ve made her stop and think. “Begging is fine…orders are not.” He reached down her body. Those strong fingers pushed inside her and then he flicked her clit.
