Quick, powerful.All-consuming.
It was a kiss to rival all, and it only took seconds before I realized I wasn’t in control here.In fact, when it came to Lynx, I was completely out of control.
“Fuck,” Lynx groaned, his arms coming around me, his hands cupping my ass and lifting me off my feet.
I felt nothing except for the warmth of his mouth on mine, the confidence in his tongue as it plunged past my teeth, dueling with mine.I inhaled him, unable to get enough.There was nothing sweet or seductive about this kiss.It was fueled with years’ worth of pent-up desire, the sexual frustration finally finding an outlet.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lifted myself with my arms around his neck, trying to get closer, trying to take everything this man was willing to give me.
The rough growl that rumbled in Lynx’s chest had my pussy clenching tightly, the emptiness inside me never more apparent than that moment.He held me so easily, as though I weighed nothing.I liked it, for whatever reason.Lynx Caine made me feel feminine in a way I'd never felt before.
When my back met an unmoving force, I grunted, but didn’t pull away.He’d pushed me up against one of the steel beams holding up the second floor, which ultimately allowed our bodies to press more tightly together.I ground against him, the seam of my jean shorts rubbing deliciously against my throbbing clit, a zing of pleasure slamming through me.I could feel his erection, thick and hard, grinding against my most sensitive spot.
“Christ, Reagan,” he groaned against my mouth.“This is dangerous.You know that, right?”
Oh, I knew.I knew exactly what he was feeling and I was grateful Lynx didn’t pull back.There was a fire burning out of control inside me, and every second that he kissed me, it heated until I was consumed by it.
When his fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shorts, I sucked in air and pulled back abruptly.He was touching me, and heaven help me, it felt so damn good.His rough fingers against my skin, searching, seeking.
“Lynx!Oh, fuck… Oh, yes…”
“So fucking wet,” he growled against my neck, his mouth doing delicious things to that sensitive skin while his fingers probed beneath my panties, finding my slick entrance.
Rather than pull away, I tried to move closer, although I was pinned between his hard body and the steel beam.“Don’t stop,” I hissed when his fingers stilled.“Please don’t stop.”
“Not sure I can handle it,” he rasped roughly.“Feelin’ you come on my fingers might do me in, girl.”
The way he said that …girl.There was a sexiness in it, almost like a term of endearment.It made me hotter, wetter.
“Once I start, I won’t stop,” he insisted.
But I needed that.I needed him to make me come.If he didn’t, I was going to spontaneously combust.
“Make me come,” I pleaded.
When he pushed one finger inside me, I moaned long and loud.It was all I could do not to move, my body desperate for the friction that only he could provide right then.
Oh, who was I kidding?It wasn’t the friction I needed; it washim.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Lynx muttered.“I wanna taste you.Wanna feel this sweet pussy on my mouth.”
Opening my eyes, I watched his face.His eyes were so dark, his hunger for me apparent.When he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to mine, I tightened my grip on him.
“Make me come,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.
I could tell he was debating.
In an effort to reassure him, I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back so I could look in his eyes.
“Just this once.”
His body went stone-still, his fingers, while still lodged in my body, no longer moving.
“Not once,” he growled.“If I make you come, Reagan, it’ll be the first of many.I won’t settle for one fuckin’ time.”
My eyes widened, my mouth falling open as I realized the ferocity behind his declaration.
Could I handle this man and everything he would do to me?
