Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
H is blood was running hot. Vander needed this woman more than he needed to breathe.
More than anything.
He plundered her mouth. Jesus . This . This was what he needed. Her hot mouth. Her tight, sexy body.
Vander crossed the deck and laid her on a lounger. She was slick and damp—all naked beauty that he had to claim.
Her hand clamped on his head, her tongue stroking his. It was no surprise that Brynn kissed with every ounce of herself. She rubbed against him like she needed it as much as he did.
Like she was hurting as much as he was.
Fuck . He’d never wanted or needed anything as badly.
Vander stroked his hands down her body and she arched. He cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple. She moaned. He gently ran his fingers over the bruise on her ribs.
He looked up, at kiss-swollen lips and slumberous eyes. The bruising didn’t take away from what he saw.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, Brynn.”
“ Vander .”
The shining need in her eyes was like gasoline to the fire in his gut.
He shoved her thighs wider, and moved to his knees beside the lounger, then he ran his teeth down her thigh.
She shuddered. “ Wait .”
“No,” he growled. He took her in, all spread out for him. “Look at you.” There was just a small strip of caramel-colored curls above a pretty, plump pussy. The desire in his gut raked him. She was like a damn light in the darkness.
Vander lowered his head. He dragged his tongue over her.
“Oh, God.” She bucked. “Damn, of course you’d be good with your tongue.”
Like a man possessed, he licked and sucked. He slid an arm around her hips and yanked her closer to his mouth. He wanted to find every sweet spot, every one of her secrets.
She went wild under his mouth.
“God, Vander—” The next few sounds were choked moans.
He worked two fingers into her tight, hot wetness. Damn, she’d strangle his cock. He couldn’t wait to pump inside her. He found her clit, working it with his tongue.
“Yes.” She writhed, wild sexy, with desperation and desire in her eyes. “I’m going to come. I’m going to—”
He pumped his fingers deep.
Her muscles bunched, her hips lifted. She cried out and he watched the orgasm take her. Satisfied pleasure filled him as he watched her face, and drank in every detail.
She dropped back, panting, her dazed gaze locked on him.
She reached up and tugged at his shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, and with a hungry sound, she reared up and bit his pec.
Fuck .
He shuddered. As her mouth moved over his skin, he shoved the ruined shirt off.
“Now,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
“Now.” He shoved her back and opened his pants. His cock sprang free, and her gaze locked on it.
He pushed her back, and dragged her to the edge of the lounger. Both of them were breathing hard and fast.
He dragged the head of his cock through her wet folds.
They both moaned.
“No condom,” he bit out. He wanted nothing between them.
“No condom,” she agreed.
He wouldn’t ever get enough of her. He took her in—the strong face, flush with desire, those intelligent eyes, the sweet curve of her breasts, the dip at her waist, and those long legs he wanted wrapped around him.
Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust inside her. A savage possession.
Brynn cried out, gripping his arms, her nails digging deep.
A devastating ripple of pleasure moved down his spine. He stayed there for a quivering second, absorbing the tight, hot feel of her.
There it was. His everything.
A part of him had always known, from the moment he’d first seen her. It was why he’d fought so hard.
He pulled out, then plunged back in. His thrusts were hard and possessive, but he couldn’t slow down. Gentle was beyond him right now.
But Brynn met every single thrust, choked sounds of pleasure coming from her.
His heart was a thundering roar in his ears, and he watched the place where his cock moved in and out of her sweet body.
Taking him every single time.
“God, Vander.” Her nails scratched him harder.
He leaned down and kissed her. It was hard and hungry.
He felt the licks of hot pleasure growing, building into something huge. His hips moved faster, her cries growing as he pounded into her.
Everything was slipping, crumbling, falling apart.
He clenched his muscles.
She bit his lip. “Let go.”
Those crystal eyes met his, stayed there.
On his next thrust, she screamed, hand fisting against his shoulder. He felt the orgasm rip through her, her pussy rippling on his cock.
With his next thrust, he stayed lodged deep in her.
He’d never surrendered before, but he did now. To her. To Brynn.
His body bucked as he jetted inside her. He groaned, then buried his face in her thick hair. His breathing was as labored as hers.
Shit . As his body cooled, he felt a lick of unfamiliar panic.
She was it for him.
She’d ruined a life of careful control. She could carve him up, bring him to his knees.
Vander had never, ever given anyone that kind of power over him.
He tried to pull back. He needed some space and time to reassess.
But she held him tighter and made a lazy sound.
“I knew it would be good,” she murmured. “But that exceeded all expectations.”
“Glad you approve.” There . His voice was steady, even.
He felt her gaze on his face.
Something told him she saw too damn much.
She stroked a hand across his chest and he fought back the sensation.
“So, we didn’t use protection,” she said. “I’m on contraception.”
“I know. Depo-Provera. You get the shot regularly. And you had a checkup three weeks ago, which included a STD check.”
Her eyebrows went up. “Man, you PIs really dig deep in your investigations.”
“I’m also clean. I wouldn’t put you at risk, Brynn.” He couldn’t stop himself. He stroked a thumb over her bottom lip. “I get regular tests, and I’ve always used condoms before.”
That dark possessive need for her had consumed him. Made him do things that he’d never done before.
Fuck .
He pulled free and sat up. He needed to get a grip on this.
* * *
Brynn studied the bronze skin of Vander’s back and her breath caught.
He had black ink on his back, centered on his spine. It was a warrior. The man looked vaguely Japanese, but it was hard to tell, as you could only see his back. He had thick, dark hair, no shirt, and his arms were raised, holding a sword.
A warrior on a warrior.
She reached out and touched it, felt him stiffen.
She was feeling too damn good to let him ruin this. She saw the way he was trying to hold back, and put space between them. A part of her worried that he didn’t want her enough to fight past his own defenses.
She traced the black ink. “This suits you.”
He glanced over his shoulder at her.
That dark-blue gaze drifted down her body, then came back to her lips.
Oh, he definitely wanted her.
He was just fighting it.
She smoothed her hand up his back and felt his small shudder, his muscles flexing.
Brynn stilled. She was a detective, used to reading between the lines, evaluating the evidence, and piecing the clues together.
Vander was a heavily controlled and contained man. She knew he didn’t do relationships. No casual touches, no lazy caresses, or impromptu hugs.
She shifted in behind him.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“Hmm.” She pressed her lips to his shoulder. She took her time kissing him, sampling his skin. She stroked her other hand up and down his strong spine, over that warrior’s image.
She pressed up against his back, and nibbled on his ear. “I really, really like your body, Norcross.”
“Yours is nice, too.”
She bit his neck, heard him stifle a groan. She much preferred that to the even, cool tone.
Power filled her again. She affected this strong man. She could bring him pleasure or pain, hurt or comfort.
For a man with control issues… Yeah, she knew this was tough for him.
She was going to seduce him again. Only let him feel pleasure.
His hands gripped her thigh. “I just fucked you and came hard. I shouldn’t want you again.”
Brynn slithered around and straddled his lap. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers biting into her skin.
“You don’t like it,” she said. “Wanting so much.”
“No.”
She lifted her chin. “I’m not forcing you. You can get up and walk away at any time.”
“No,” he growled. “I can’t.”
Elation filled her. “I’m going to seduce you this time. You’re going to lie back and take it.”
His lips twitched and she loved that small movement.
She urged him back on the lounger. Her heart went a little crazy. The man was gorgeous, pure male perfection, and all hers for the taking.
She straddled his muscular thighs and slid her hands up his defined abs. He was all muscle. Built for strength and speed. And stamina.
He had more ink on one pec. She read the words. “Freedom is never free.”
“So I never forget,” he said.
She traced the letters.
He gripped her chin. “Say my name.”
“Vander,” she breathed.
He pulled her down for a deep, possessive kiss that left her trembling.
“Tell me how much you want me,” he demanded.
She lifted up a little, caught by the dark glint in those eyes. A glint that warned her that he’d never let her go. Warmth filled her belly. She also saw the edge under it. A man not easy with needing someone so much.
She spread her hands over his pecs. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I’ll never want anyone like this again.”
He growled. “Show me.”
His cock was hard again, and she gripped the long thickness and stroked.
There was stark need on his face. She took her time exploring him. She planned to spend a lot more time here, but right now, she needed him inside her.
She lifted her hips and met Vander’s gaze.
Brynn slowly lowered herself down, taking him inch by tantalizing inch. She moaned, feeling him stretch her. Feeling the slick heat of their union.
One . Nothing between them.
“Fuck. Brynn .” His hands cupped her ass.
God, the look on his handsome face. The need, the want, the dark possession. Her pussy clenched on him, and he bucked.
“God, you’re tight,” he grunted. “Ride me. Open those pretty thighs wider, and take me.”
Brynn obeyed with a husky cry.
She planted her hands on his chest and rode him, working herself up and down on his cock.
His hands dug into her ass cheeks, urging her on.
She tried not to hurry or rush. She slid her hands down to his and pulled them off her. She entwined her fingers with his.
Their gazes met.
“Do you feel how much I want you, Vander?”
“Yeah.” His low voice was guttural.
She kept moving her hips. “Any time I look at you, hear you talk, see you do something badass, I’m wet.”
A growl vibrated through his chest. He jerked beneath her, filling her deeper.
“You said you won’t give me up, or let anyone hurt me, or let me walk away.
” She arched, taking him deeper, but she didn’t lose his gaze.
“Same goes, Vander Niccolo Norcross. I won’t give you up, or let anyone hurt you, and I won’t let you walk away, either.
” She felt the slow build of her orgasm growing, threatening to spill over her.
She quickened her pace, their flesh slapping together.
“ Brynn .” He said her name like a prayer.
She cried out, riding that pleasure-pain edge that only came before a blinding orgasm.
He thrust up, going deeper. “Get there, because I’m going to come inside my tight, sexy woman now.”
She moaned.
“ Get there .” His finger found her clit, rolled.
Brynn couldn’t form any words, had no time. Her orgasm hit her hard, her body bowing and shaking. The pleasure was so huge.
Vander pumped up into her a final time and snarled. “Christ, Brynn.” His fingers clenched on her.
His face contorted with pleasure, and even through her own release, she knew she’d never seen anything so sexy.
“ Mine ,” he murmured.
She slumped down, stroking his arms. She felt like she needed to comfort and reassure them both. “Yours. And you’re mine.” Jeez, neither of them could manage full sentences.
He stroked a hand down her back, and she kissed him lazily.
She stayed there, him still inside her, and enjoyed the simple pleasure of having her man connected to her.
His lips touched her neck, and finally, he gathered her limp body close.
“I’m hungry now,” she mumbled.
She heard his low laugh. “I’m not surprised. I’m pretty sure you burned a few calories, Detective.” He squeezed her ass. “Come on. Let’s eat.”