Chapter 11 #2
So when I was overcome by the need to kiss him, I went all out. What the hell? What could possibly happen after a single little kiss? Right?
After that, the next thirty minutes had been a blur and still were.
And why? Because we were both jogging toward my front door.
I had my keys in my shaking hand, darting looks to the houses on either side of me to make certain my nosy neighbors weren’t paying any attention and hungering for the man to the point my pussy was throbbing.
Who was I kidding? I’d been wet, hot, and aching for over an hour. I could decide to hate him later, never admitting to a salacious sin, but right now, he wasn’t getting out of my sight. What was wrong with the woman taking what she wanted?
Not a damn thing.
“You need help?” he asked, the mere whisper creating a different set of dark needs into my system.
“I can do it.” Then why was I breathless?
As his hot breath cascaded across the back of my neck, I was unable to see straight and fought to get the key into the lock.
Three times it took before I was successful.
Once I turned the key, he took over, placing his hand on mine and pushing open the door with enough force it smashed against the wall.
All I could think about was how he’d handled the stranger. As if the man had dared touch what belonged to him. Since when had a big he-man Neanderthal move attracted me?
Never before.
Why now?
Maybe for the same reason the desire for a stranger had reached a strangely evocative plateau.
Once inside, we were standing too close to the door, fighting to close it behind us. I slapped my hand on the wall, trying to find the light switch. You bet I wanted the joy of seeing every single inch of him.
I’d noticed the tattoo on his arm, gorgeous color trickling down his wrist to his hand. I longed to trace the design with my finger, but all while he was lying full unclothed in my bed.
My, wasn’t I being a bad little girl?
I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning, finally finding the switch.
He spun me around, using his foot to drive the door closed. The night had taken a completely different turn with him winning the event. He’d played me, the bastard, but I’d fallen into the moment, even egging him on.
But after the kiss on the ice, we’d barely made it to a bar not too far away from the arena where we lasted all of one drink.
We’d tried to ignore the connection, a wild shot of electricity that kept my mind from processing all the reasons why a one-night stand was a bad idea.
While I was a bundle of nerves, he was Mr. Sophisticated, knowing exactly how to handle the situation. Thankfully, I’d made him drive his own vehicle when coming to my house. The last thing I wanted was to be seen with him again at the arena.
My decision had nothing to do with his career, instead I was thinking of mine.
While there was nothing wrong with me dating, I’d already seen horrible social media posts from anonymous parents claiming horror at their children’s teachers having any public romance.
It was ridiculous and I wanted no part of it.
My private life was just that. Private. Nobody’s business.
Plus, I didn’t anticipate one night would lead to a long-term anything. He was an arrogant, self-centered man. That was easy to tell.
But dear God, he was hot. Whew, baby.
We were adults. We were attracted to each other.
We were perfectly capable of making whatever decision we wanted to make.
Including involving wicked fornication.
With the door finally secure, he laughed in a deep, growly voice before shoving me against the wall. Thankfully, I’d arrived in decent attire, the jean skirt and tee shirt beating the heck out of the cheap leotards and slouchy shirt I’d worn to try to stay warm.
Danny pressed the full weight of his body against me, the twinkling light in his eyes luminous. I never knew the dull forty-watt bulb could provide such an incredible backdrop for a man’s soulful eyes. They penetrated mine, his long eyelashes framing his chiseled face perfectly.
I didn’t fight him when he yanked one arm over my head then the other, the handsome man grinning the entire time. When he lowered his head, he made me wait. He’d pushed almost every envelope with me, turning into perhaps the most possessive man I’d ever met.
When his lips were hovering over mine by a few centimeters, butterflies formed in my stomach. I was thrown with the crazed intensity of my attraction to him. I jutted my neck forward, able to brush my lips across his.
Still, he held onto some sense of control for a few additional seconds until it became painfully obvious we couldn’t control ourselves. The kiss was even more explosive than before and the one at the rink had blown my mind.
His tongue slipped past my lips, dominating mine as he swept it back and forth. Where I had never let anyone take the lead before, I was happy to see how he was going to handle the wild intimacy.
Not with kid gloves.
He had a uniquely manly scent, pine and saddle leather with a hint of vanilla. He was so masculine, every inch of him utter perfection. I’d never seen a man so perfectly proportioned.
The kiss was fiery, every ragged moan matching his deep growls. He tasted of whiskey and sin, an incredible combination that I wouldn’t soon forget.
Still lightheaded, our bodies hummed together as if stoked from a shot of current coming from a bolt of lightning.
He was all over me, but I was doing the exact same, wiggling in his hold trying to free my hands. The man was so strong, keeping my hands locked down. I grew frustrated, but there was no controlling him.
When he finally pulled away, he cupped my chin with his other hand, peering down at me as if memorizing my features. With his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring, he appeared as a wild beast instead of a man.
And I’d be damned if that didn’t attract me even more.
Maybe that’s why I wrapped one leg around his, using my strong thigh muscle to drag his body closer to mine.
“See something you want, fairy princess?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Be careful. I might not be good for you.”
“Don’t worry. I know I’m not good for you.”
He cocked his head before letting go of my hands. “A girl after my own black heart.”
We ripped at each other’s clothes, half laughing with me moaning and Danny growling as we tore off one piece after another. I ripped his shirt in two places, but he certainly didn’t act as if he cared.
When we were free of all hindrances, he took a step away, once again shaking his head, but this time ever so slowly. As if he’d just been given a prize. When he whistled, another set of vibrations clawed their way deep within my core.
My arousal was driving me crazy, so much so I couldn’t take it any longer.
He sensed my condition and this time when he pulled away, the look in his eyes had changed dramatically.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, forced to take gasping breaths, even blinking several times to fully appreciate the hunk of a man I was staring at in front of me.
He wasn’t just built with muscles to spare; he was sculpted from the gods.
With every movement, the muscles in his forearms corded, the veins in his neck pulsing under his tanned skin.
The man screamed of power in every way, including his barrel chest giving way to a deep, penetrating V sliding into thick thighs and a long torso.
And the longest, thickest cock I’d ever laid my eyes on.
Forget about my mouth watering. I was worried I was drooling, fascinated by my body’s reaction to him. I was frozen stiff for a moment.
The ink I’d caught a glimpse of was even more beautiful, art that ran up the length of his arm, curling over his shoulder with vines creeping up one side of his neck. In the middle was a stunning bird, almost like a phoenix. The character suited him perfectly, warrior-like in every aspect.
Then he dared touch me with the rough pads of his fingers.
I was pulled into a beautiful moment of peace, but the concept was short lived when, using a single finger, he rolled the tip down the side of my neck.
All the way he continued to shake his head.
Was the man in disbelief we were standing here together in the middle of my dimly lit tiny foyer?
Likely so. It was ridiculous to think we might have sex in the cramped space, yet I didn’t want to move. I refused to break the hypnotic connection.
With his nostrils still flared, he rolled the finger between my breasts, the cords in his neck more pronounced than before. When he brushed it around my nipple, I found myself holding my breath. He was enjoying himself, taking his time when I was about ready to jump his bones.
The mischievous smile I’d seen before returned when he lifted his gaze. Just before he pinched my nipple.
When had a painful moment been so delicious? But it was, so much so I leaned my head against the wall briefly.
But I had no intention of allowing him to have all the fun. Using the flat of my hand, I rolled it down his chest, daring to tickle him before crawling my fingers toward his cock.
Just being able to wrap my hand around the base was amazing, but when my fingers barely touched and I had very long fingers, I swooned all over. Another wave of even more intense lust hit me hard.
How in God’s name would he fit?
Obviously, he’d read my mind, allowing me only enough time to roll his thick, swollen testicles between my fingers, squeezing for a few seconds before he pulled my hand free.
As he swept me into his arms, he didn’t bother wasting time going anywhere else. We were both far too hungry.
There was also no other foreplay than what we’d had. When he pressed the tip against my pussy lips, I sucked in my breath.
His grin remained, his scent even more intoxicating.
He forced one of my legs around his hips then the other. As he rolled his hands up both my sides, the tingling effect was even more pronounced. I interlocked my feet together and the second he drove the entire length of his cock inside, I threw my head back and screamed.
Holy shit.
I was shocked at how my muscles responded, clenching and releasing. Stretching me more than I’d ever been stretched before.
“Oh, my God.” I half laughed, barely able to focus. He allowed me a few seconds to get used to his size, but I could tell the man held no patience in his huge body.
He dropped his head into my neck, his breathing as labored as mine. As he shifted his hips back and forth, I was thrown by just how insanely good it felt having him buried deep inside.
When he pulled out until just the tip remained, I whimpered, and almost begged. Why was it that every time he laughed, I was pulled into a crazy moment of being lost in a fever? That’s exactly what we were sharing, an explosive fever that couldn’t be denied.
The moment he plunged his cock deep inside, I threw one arm over my head, gripping his shoulder with the other. Not to be outdone, he pulled his head back, brushing his lips across mine then planting his hands on either side of me.
Rolling onto the balls of his feet, he rocked against me. Somehow, the friction and the angle were keeping me aloft. And still, it felt as if I was floating, every action uncontrollable.
He had no intention of stopping, slamming into me in a perfect, wild rhythm that took my breath away.
The sound of our brutal round of passion could likely be heard a block away, but I didn’t care.
For a woman who was usually as quiet as a church mouse, I was glad to feel a little wild, a little crazy.
And I didn’t even need to be intoxicated. Unless you counted being drunk on sex.
I cinched my eyes shut as he fucked me, taking every brutal thrust by purposely clenching my pussy muscles. When had I ever been this hot or this hungry? I couldn’t even remember. Not that it mattered. All that did was how he was driving me to the point of sheer ecstasy.
Which he did within a few minutes.
We were both panting, sweating like the savages we’d become. I clawed his shoulder with one hand, bucking hard against him.
And there it was, that beautiful moment that never happened. The very second when rapture tore through me with a tidal wave effect. I’d never been so lightheaded or experienced such sheer pleasure in my life.
There was no sound emitted, no scream possible.
There was just the air that was driven from my lungs and sweet bliss.
With my hands on both shoulders, I pushed him away so I could stare into his eyes. Together we rocked, our bodies as one as the seconds ticked by. “You still owe me for the flowers, you know.”
“Oh, I do, huh?”
We were both breathless, laughing as sweat beaded and rolled down our bodies. “Yep.” I popped the p on purpose.
“What do you want?”
“Mmmm… I’ll think about it and let you know.”
He dropped his head, panting as he nipped my earlobe. “Alright. I’ll be ready.” He pulled out, slamming into me again.
“I just bet you will.”
I was shocked at his level of stamina, the moment lasting for much longer than I’d imagined possible. Just when I thought he was ready to erupt deep inside, he pulled me away from the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“When I do something, I go all the way, fairy princess.”
“What does that mean?”
As he headed into the kitchen, he chuckled low and throaty. “It means we’re christening the entire house.”