“Too far,” he said, interrupting.
My gasp was pure shock as he bent and swept his free arm over the table, sending our plates crashing to the floor. He laid me back on the surface
“Pyre!”
“I’ll clean it up later,” he muttered as he grabbed the hem of my blouse and started yanking it up. I should be irritated, but his eagerness was thrilling. He was usually so in control, andseeing him like this was turning me on. Correction, I was already turned on, this was threating to make me ignite.
I didn’t have time to worry about the mess or even the fact that I was now naked from the waist up—I didn’t know where the bra I’d been wearing had disappeared to—and lying on my kitchen table. His mouth closed around my nipple and the suction he applied made me arch.
“God, you taste good, Little Reaper,” he said.
I had no response for him. I was too busy trying not to moan so loudly the neighbors would hear it. It’d been a long time since I’d been touched, and I’dneverbeen touched like this. If my brain could hang on to a thought, I’d need to catalogue it away to ask him about that nickname. Ainsley had mentioned once that when these men named you it was serious. My thoughts splintered as he gave my nipple a tug with his teeth.
“Pyre, please,” I begged.
His blue eyes lifted, and they were so intense it felt like they were piercing me. “You ready to be mine?”
My eyes widened.
“Say it,” he ordered.
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Say, I’m yours, Pyre,” he growled, his hands tugging my skirt up to my waist.
I moaned when he ripped my panties straight off my body. “I’m yours, Pyre,” I repeated, more than happy to say the words.
His palm came down on the table next to my head as he leaned over me, staring down into my eyes. “This isn’t a joke, Rae. It’s not for one night. Belonging to me is forever.”
I blinked up at him, trying to hold the tears at bay. That sounded like everything I wanted. Everything I’d been looking for. Something I’d been scared to grab hold of until now. This was all happening so fast. Not the sex. I came into this tonight prepared for sex. And I knew having it with himwould be intense and soul searing. I wanted that. Claiming me and making his old lady was what was happening quickly. “You’re...sure?” I asked, repeating his question from earlier.
“I’m an asshole, Reaper,” he said, one side of his lips lifting into a sardonic grin. “I knew three years ago I wanted to make you mine.”
My eyes widened, and though I had questions about why he’d waited so long, those could also wait. “I’m yours, Pyre,” I repeated, because this man had been in my thoughts since I’d first seen him. And now that I knew it was mutual, and I’d spent at least enough time around him that I knew I enjoyed his company, I wanted what he was offering. We could figure the rest out later. “Everything that means, I’m yours.”
If he turned out differently than I thought, well, I had my family’s support, and they’d back me up if I needed to end it. I knew deep down though that this was it. He was mine. I was his. This was what I’d been dreaming of since I was a little girl. The all-consuming kind of love that I’d hoped existed.
He cupped my cheek with his free hand, planted a quick kiss on my lips, then sat back down in his chair. His hands went to my thighs, spreading them so that he could feast. His head ducked between my legs and I had to grab the sides of the table so that I didn’t shoot off and onto the floor.
“Fuck, you’re already wet,” he groaned before licking me again.
It wasn’t just wet, I was dripping. He had me all worked up just from some kissing.
He pushed two fingers into me and his tongue went for the place where I needed it most. It was only a few short seconds and he was curling his fingers, rubbing the spot inside me that had the ability to make me scream. He already seemed to know exactly what I liked.
“Come on my tongue, Reaper,” he ordered before sucking my clit into his mouth.
I couldn’t disobey his order if I wanted to. Pleasure was already building low in my belly. His tongue and fingers were driving me toward the edge.
“Let go, Rae,” he said, his tone softening, as his eyes lifted and caught mine. “Come for me.”
The orgasm slammed into me, making me arch and my body shake.
Pyre kept his eyes locked with mine as I fell apart, and he was smiling when he pulled his mouth from me. He removed his fingers and sucked them clean.
Why was that so sexy?
He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. Grasping my hips, he tugged me toward the edge of the table. Then he reached down and undid his jeans, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a condom.
