Chapter 10 #2
“Yeah,” she murmured, sliding her hands back up and then scraping her nails down his flanks, reaching around to his butt. She didn’t feel shy with him, for some reason. Maybe because he’d just given her the best orgasm of her life. “Do you work out?”
“Oh. No. That’s all ranching and bartending,” he murmured. “I do like to run sometimes to clear my head, but ranching does that as well. Those damn cows do what they want, and half the time, so do the horses.” He nibbled on her earlobe.
She sank her nails into his firm butt. The guy was just fine taking his time, wasn’t he? She let herself play, caressing him, enjoying those muscles. There was something incredibly masculine about him, a force barely leashed.
She could feel that.
The raw strength of him, the pure muscle of him, intrigued her. Way too much. How was she going to leave? She jerked her head. What kind of thought was that? They’d set out the parameters of this right away.
“You are thinking way too much.” He lifted his head, and his dark gaze pierced her. “I’ll have to get you out of your head, Baby.”
Baby. She’d had no clue she’d like that said in his deep rumble of a voice. “Think you can?” Her voice was breathy. Very.
“Yeah.” He licked along her lips.
Her body quivered as if in perfect agreement. Then he gently, almost abstractedly, secured both of her wrists and pulled her arms above her head, elongating her torso, arching her back, and pressing her breasts to his hard chest. “Your hands stay here. Got it?”
She blinked. Wait a second. There was all of that warm and very fine muscle to play with. “I don’t think so.” She started to lower her arms.
He ducked his head and flicked a nipple, not gently. “Don’t make me get serious our first time, Bianca.” Lifting up, his eyes gleamed. “I’ll never hurt you, but I’m in charge here. Got it?”
Her body uncoiled. Head to toe and everywhere in between. There had to be an answer for that, but heat spiraled down to her clit, making it pound. Even so, she needed to protest for womankind. “I’m not into, ah, dominance.”
His laugh was wicked. He planted one of his strong hands over her wrists, pinning them to the bed. “Let’s see about that.” His other hand wandered over her breasts, tweaking both nipples.
She gasped and wetness spilled from her.
“I see.” He continued down, his calloused fingers tracing the undersides of her breasts, over her ribcage, and down her mound.
She held her breath.
He flicked her clit.
She nearly came off the bed, and the sound she made defied description.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He pressed his mouth to hers. Hard. Then he rolled onto her, body to body, pinning her wrists, and keeping his weight from crushing her by balancing on one elbow. “If you say stop, we stop.” He prodded at her sex, his dick hard.
She felt empty. “If you stop, I’m going to kill you.”
His gaze cleared and his eyes burned. “You might not want to threaten me right now.”
Her chin firmed. He had her immobile and fully contained.
It was a serious turn-on, and she didn’t know that about herself.
“Like, really dead. I’ll drown you. Maybe hit you with a car after I get a new one.
” She widened her thighs, trying to pull him inside her.
“Perhaps just a pot to the head. Right to the temple.”
He barked out a laugh and reached into the drawer of his bedside table to draw out a condom.
He bit open the wrapper, turned onto his side, and rolled it on.
All while holding her wrists to the bed.
Then he was above her again. “You’re a brat who needs taming, sweetheart.
” Then he slowly, way too slowly, started to penetrate her.
Man, he was big. And full. She sucked in air, trying to hold still. He nibbled at her lips. “Just relax,” he whispered.
She did, her body feeling overtaken. Finally, he was close. Grabbing her hip with his free hand, he partially lifted her and then shoved all the way home. “Oh.” She arched against him, pain and pleasure melding into an intoxicating blend. Wow. Just wow.
He kissed her again, the gentleness in his mouth at complete odds with the erotic pleasure coursing through her from the way he pulsed inside her. “You good?” he asked.
“Yes.” She curled her fingers over his.
“Good.” He pulled out and then shoved back in, immediately setting up a hard rhythm that beat the headboard against the wall. Sparks detonated inside her, spreading in every direction. It was too much. Maybe not enough. God, she wanted more.
He pushed her up fast and hard, and she climbed with each thrust, her body going on pure instinct.
She was fully open to him, and not just physically.
This was intense. Real. Incredible. He kissed her hard, plundering her mouth the same way he did her body.
Totally taking over and taking her somewhere she’d never been.
She jerked once, and then she exploded. The climax burst through her and she shut her eyes, seeing flashes of white. Whimpers and gasps spilled up from her chest, and she arched against him, taking more and riding out the fire.
Finally, she came down, mumbling his name.
He shook against her, hard, and then stilled.
Blinking, she looked up at his hard-cut features, blindsided. “Um.”
He leaned down and kissed her nose. “Keep that thought. Let me get rid of this condom and find a few more.” He released her wrists and then kissed her again before withdrawing.
Her body jolted and tried to keep him inside her, and then her brain kicked back in. Kind of. A few more condoms? “For tonight?” she whispered.
His laugh was masculine and amused. “Definitely.”