Her eyes barely fluttered open but he knew she could see him. Her lips parted to draw in a deep breath as he pulled her toward him.
The sultry look that appeared on her face made his own breathing deepen and roughen.
“Are you looking for reciprocation?”
The words made him feel like he’d been sucker punched. Christ, yes, he wanted her mouth on his cock.
But even more so, he wanted to be inside her.
“Not right this second. What I want is for you to stand up, walk over to the dining table, and bend over.”
Her eyes widened with each word but he didn’t give her an out this time. If she wanted one, she had to know she could take it. Stand up to him and say no.
If she couldn’t . . . then there was no way this would work.
He and Mia had—
God damn it. When the hell was he going to stop?
Apparently as soon as she got up and did as he asked.
Which was now.
Drawing her legs together, she stood, so close to him the hem of her dress brushed his cheek as she turned and headed for the table.
It was only big enough for four people and that was pushing it. But it was the perfect size for her to lie across and grab the other side.
Fuck, she looked so damn hot, even though her dress had fallen to cover her to her knees.
He’d remedy that soon enough.
Pushing to his feet, he followed her, his hard cock rubbing against his zipper and making him even hotter.
When he reached her, he flipped the skirt up over her hips, exposing her rear.
Her skin gleamed in the low light from the table lamp across the room. He wanted to make her ass burn, watch it turn red.
He stopped himself from fulfilling that one. Again, too soon. Didn’t want to rush her.
He settled for pushing.
She shivered as his hands made contact with the backs of her thighs, rubbing the skin, massaging her tight muscles. When she began to relax, he shoved her thighs farther apart.
Her gasp sounded harsh but she didn’t pull away. At this point, he didn’t know that he would have let her. At least not right away.
“Hold there and don’t move.”
Her eyes closed this time as she laid her cheek against the wood top.
“Good. I want to fuck you just like this.”
“Then do it. Don’t just talk about it.”
Her arch tone brought a smile to his face. He really wanted to give her a swat for that but, again, he stopped, gritting his teeth.
Another time. And there will be another time.
When he opened his belt and lowered his zipper, she trembled. But her legs didn’t close.
And when his cock finally escaped the confines of his pants, he couldn’t help but tap it against one rounded cheek. The sensation made him groan, the zip of electricity shooting from his balls to the tip of his cock.
He pulled a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself, unsure if he’d remember to do it later. Or even care.
Christ, he hoped they got to the point in their relationship where they didn’t need one.
What relationship?
He shut off the voice and concentrated on her.
She couldn’t exactly lay still—her breathing was too heavy. But she didn’t arch her back toward him when he moved closer. Maybe she did have a little submissiveness in her.
He placed one hand low on her back to hold her down. Let her feel the weight pinning her.
He kicked her feet out several more inches, opening her even more.
When he looked down, he saw the evidence of her desire slicking her pussy.
Taking his cock in one hand, he angled it straight ahead. Rubbing the head in that moisture, he made sure he was coated.
They were both breathing like track stars after a four-minute mile. The urge to take her felt like a fever in his blood.
And still he took the time to bend down and bite the curve of her hip.
Hard enough to leave a mark and make her flinch.
“Jesus, Tyler, do you want me to have a heart attack? I need you to fuck me now.”
He loved hearing that obscenity come out of her mouth. He never had before, but from Kate . . . it lit him up.
She wiggled her ass, rubbing against his cock until he thought he might explode before he got inside her.
Grabbing her hips, he held her still, using just enough force to ensure she knew what he wanted.
He wasn’t sure she’d obey. He wasn’t sure he wanted her to. He almost wanted her to fight him.
But when she stilled, he knew nothing would ever be easy, or uncomplicated, with Kate.
He couldn’t go slow. He had enough sense to wrap one arm around her hips so she didn’t get hurt. Then he thrust, hard and deep.
So fucking tight. She clenched around him, her grip as tight as a fist. He felt his orgasm building already and took a few seconds to stave it off. And to absorb the feel of her rippling around him.
So damn good.
With his cock hard inside her, he ran a hand up her back, along her spine, and into the dark silk of her hair. She’d twisted her head to the side and lay with one cheek against the table. Eyes closed, lips pursed. Waiting.
Watching her face, he withdrew only to push back in hard.
Her lips parted and a soft sound emerged. Almost a gasp.
He did it again, and she moaned this time. The sound hit him in the gut, made his cock twitch. His fingers curled into her hair, rubbing the strands between his fingers as he began to thrust, slow and steady.
He didn’t pull her hair. He let it slide through his fingers as he slid in and out of her body. The color and texture ensnared him. Like mahogany silk, such a deep, rich color.
Against her skin, it looked even darker. And her skin was so soft.
Bending even farther, he let his forehead touch her back as his hips picked up the pace.
His heavier weight kept her pinned, the edge of the table biting into his arm and keeping him grounded, but each time his thighs slapped against her ass, the sound brought him closer to climaxing.
“Do you like being under me, Kate? Do you like having my weight pin you down?”
She didn’t speak. She wriggled against him, making his cock move inside her, hitting different nerve endings and making him grit his teeth.
With a hard tug, he pulled her tight against him, stuffed as far inside her as he could go.
“Answer me.”
After a short gasp, her mouth curled into a smile. “Trust me, if I didn’t like it, you’d know.”
He thrust again, smiling when he heard her moan this time.
“I’m going to keep you under me all night.”
“Sounds like a challenge to me.”
The catch in her voice made her tone breathy and brought out the part of him that wanted to own her.
The part he was afraid would never want to let her go. Even though he’d sworn not to fall so hard for a woman that his entire life was wrapped up with hers.
Sex. This is only sex.
Right. He knew there was a hell of a lot more going on here. And he didn’t know if he had it in him to make it work.
He only knew he needed to make her understand that right here, right now, she was his.
“Not a challenge. A promise.” He felt a tremor run through her body, causing her sex to clench around him. “One you’re going to love. Starting now.”
He withdrew until the tip of his shaft barely kissed her labia, maneuvered until he rubbed against her clit, then sought her entrance again. He followed this pattern for several minutes, feeling her body tighten just a little more with each thrust.
His own body throbbed with the need to release, to ride her until he exploded. Each retreat and return pushed him closer to that edge. Lost in a haze of pure animal sensuality, he put one hand on her shoulder to hold her steady and finally let go.