Never Tied Down (The Never Duet #2)

Oh. God.

His hand gripped my hip and held me still as he ground himself into me again. I totally let him. I did. I let him hold me still while he used my ass to get himself off. And I loved it. I even pressed myself into him for even more friction. There was nothing I could do to stop him or me, it was natural and we were moving instinctively.

As our bodies writhed and breaths panted, his hand moved from my hip, up over my stomach, and then slid below the cotton tank top I was wearing. I gasped as his hand smoothed over my breast, cupping it, then gently palmed it. My hand reached back and took hold of his hip, which was still thrusting against me.

I was drowning in the need to be with him. The lust and electricity between us were stifling and yet, I wanted to live in them forever. This feeling, this frantic and hazy state of being where all I could focus on was his body pressing against mine and how my body was reacting, it was enough to last me for the rest of forever. I didn’t need anything else in the world as long as Riot’s hands were feeding me.

Suddenly, as if something snapped inside him, I was rolled to my back and he was over me, his delicious weight pressing me down into the mattress. My hands were pinned to the pillows above my head, my body covered by his, immobilized. Then his mouth was on mine. All thoughts of lazy, sleepy sex went out the proverbial window. It was not a sleepy kiss. It was like lightning. Hot. Fast. Electric.

My legs wrapped around his waist and my hips moved up, shamelessly grinding against him, searching for the ultimate release I’d denied myself for so long. He didn’t need any provocation and got right in line, pressing his hard cock right against my throbbing center, holding absolutely nothing back. We might as well have been fucking. There was no pretense here, no question about what we both wanted. I wanted him. All of him. Inside me. Around me. On top of me.

Because my hands were still very much pinned above my head, I used my feet to try to pull off his boxers, but he shifted his hips away from me. His mouth pulled away and his eyes were looking directly into mine.

He was breathing hard but managed to say, “I’m going to go take a cold shower.”

My face scrunched up in confusion, and also offense. “You’re what?”

“This isn’t going to happen right now, Kalli. I shouldn’t have started it. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” I asked, still confused. “Riot, it’s okay. Please. I want this.” I lifted my head and pressed my mouth over his, urging his to open, tracing his lips with my tongue. He obliged and we started kissing again, albeit more slowly this time and less frantic. His hands moved from my wrists and came to caress my face as his tongue moved lazily and leisurely through my mouth.

“I want you more than anything,” he whispered after he’d finally pulled away, leaning his forehead lightly against mine. “But not this morning. Not when you asked me just to hold you.” He pressed another small kiss against my lips. “I hope it’s soon, Kal, because I want us back. I want that part of you. But we need the rest back first.”

Looking into his eyes, hearing his words, I knew he was right. I knew it would be smarter to wait until I was completely sure and we’d spent more than just a few hours together. But it was hard to tell my body no.

He rolled off me and started walking toward the bathroom.

“If you want you can order us breakfast. I shouldn’t be too long.”

“All right,” I replied, trying not to sound like a child denied her favorite candy.

I ordered us both pancakes and juice, then flopped back onto the bed, thinking about the last thirty minutes.

I’d forgotten what it felt like to have my body at the command of Riot’s hands. It was as if he’d put me together, designed me. He knew my body better than I did, and was the master of finding every part of me and simply flipping a switch that sent me reeling. And just like most deities, he used his powers to give and also take away. No one, ever, had been able to send me from sleepy to frantic with such intensity as Riot. And no one ever would. Because he’d claimed me and now I was ruined for anyone else.