She nearly came off the bed, more than wet and ready.
“Tell me you understand.” His thumb stroked her clit, and shocking vibrations zinged through her. “Now.”
“I understand.” She reached down to shove his boxers out of the way.
His grin was wicked as he helped her, kicking them onto the floor. Then he pulsed against her, hard and full. “I like you compliant,” he whispered.
The intensity of the moment made her question, just for a second, what she did want. Maybe there was more for them than just this one time. The depths of the man intrigued her. She leaned up and kissed his chest and then his neck, taking a slight bite out of his hard-cut jaw.
He reached to the side, digging into the wallet on the bedside table. A wrapper crinkled, he partially rolled to the side, and then he was back on her, body to body. His hands somehow found hers and he lifted her arms above her head, entwining their fingers and pinning her hands to the bed.
Jolting electricity arced through her. “Wait, I—”
“No. This is how I want you.” Then slowly, his gaze on hers, he penetrated her. He was ruthless as he took her over, inch by inch, taking his time as her body adjusted to his size.
Her heart thundered. He finally embedded himself fully inside her, connecting them completely. Her eyes widened. Passion surrounded them and wildfires beat between them, but this went deeper. Somewhere much deeper than she’d anticipated. Vulnerability and a shocking need, one beyond the physical, swamped her.
Then he started to move. Hard and fast, giving no quarter, he pounded inside her. She gripped his hands, climbing toward the climax that might shatter her for all time.
He slowed. “Ask me.”
She blinked, the blood pounding furiously through her veins. How could he just stop? She gripped him internally, enjoying the flash of lust filling his eyes.
He leaned down until his nose nearly touched hers. “Now you can beg.” Slowly, he slid out of her and then drove back in.
Hard.
She cried out, so close to the precipice.
His dark chuckle sent tremors of need through her body. “I can hold you here forever.”
She needed him. Now. “Please,” she whispered.
“There you go.” Dark power flushed across his face and he pulled out to drive back inside her, hammering hard and fast. Widening her thighs, she threw herself over that cliff, taking all of him. Wanting all of him.
Pleasure crashed through her like a pounding wave, consuming, taking all she’d ever be and giving her no choice but to ride out the most intense release she’d ever felt. Hot and wild, nearly devastating.
She almost panicked, then saw he was right there with her.
His entire body tensed and he drove deeper inside her, his fingers curling over hers. “So fucking amazing,” he ground out, shuddering with his own release. He flattened his body even harder against hers, and she could feel his heartbeat racing.
Slowly, they both came down, and he released her hands.
She gingerly lowered her arms and smoothed her palms down his damp back, noting each ridge, hollow, muscle…and scar. Several she hadn’t seen yet.
He leaned down and kissed her, levering his weight partially off her and onto his elbows. This kiss was different. It was sweet and deep, satisfied and…something else. Something male. A hint of promise and a claim of more.
She kissed him back, tasting him, her body still pounding.
He pulled out of her, stood, and moved to the bathroom to take care of the condom, before returning and sliding into the bed to curve his big body around her.
She couldn’t find words.
“You’re beautiful. Perfect. Beyond this silly world,” he murmured against her hair, one arm banded around her waist, pulling her more fully into his warmth. His ripped abs felt solid against her back, and his cock remained partially hard against her butt. Surprising desire still lingered within her, which should be impossible.
She felt exposed in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Vulnerable and even fragile. One night with him wasn’t nearly enough. The more she got to know him, the more she wanted to be with him. Plus, she saw him so much more clearly now. He was always apart from the team, helping but not getting involved. She didn’t want him to be alone. Everyone needed someone. These chaotic thoughts shimmered through her head, and she shut her eyes, wanting oblivion.
She’d thought sex with the tailored lawyer would be boring. Instead, it had shaken her to the core. His inherent dominance should give her pause and probably would when her brain started working again. Most likely the character trait was just an extension of his obvious need to be in control, but she’d figured that was inherent in his job and with intimacy.
