“Because I won’t allow any other man to touch you, kiss you or make love to you ever again.”
Her brow shot up the minute he said the word allow, and anything else that followed fell on deaf ears. “Allow?” she said, slowly rising to her feet. He had been standing so close that he had to back up for her to be able to stand. “Did you just say allow? And just how do you even think you have a say in the matter?”
“You know who I am,” he said as if that explained everything.
She glared at him. “Yes, I know. You’re a man used to having his way with women. A man who thinks all he has to do is speak, and the woman will obey. A man who assumes he can tell me what I can do or not do with my body and with whom. A man—”
Dalton had heard enough, and pulled her to him, covering her mouth with his. He felt her body tense, but only for a second before she began returning the kiss with the same hunger. They had kissed many times before, but never like this. He wasn’t sure who was trying to eat whom alive. Him or her. All he knew was that the more he tasted her, the more he wanted.
He was feeling more than just heat. He was feeling something he’d never felt before. The moment their mouths broke free to breathe, he swept her off her feet and began kissing her again while heading to his bedroom. When they reached the bedroom, he dumped her on the bed. Before he could move away she reached out and pulled him down, too.
“Don’t think because we’re doing this that it means anything,” she said.
He had news for her. It meant everything. She might not like the idea of being exclusive, but her body was telling a different story. Why couldn’t she see this was meant to be? He had, and he had accepted it as such...although it had taken him almost an entire damned day to do so.
Instead of wasting his breath disagreeing with her, he decided to put his energy to other uses. Like taking off her clothes. When he’d finished, not to be outdone, she began taking off his. Tugging his T-shirt over his head and tossing it aside and then straddling him to undo the fly of his jeans.
“Need help?”
She glanced at him. “No, I got this.”
And when she pulled out his engorged erection, he knew that she did. And when she went down on him, covering him with her mouth and then locking her lips tight, his eyes rolled back in his head. Her mouth was deadly. Was she trying to give him a heart attack?
The sight of her head between his legs and the feel of being fully lodged inside her mouth was too much. When she began bobbing her head up and down, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, throbbing inside her mouth.
And then before he could blink, she had released him to pull her body up to straddle him, positioning herself over him perfectly before plunging downward. Whether she entered him or he entered her, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that their bodies were connected as tightly as could be. There was no doubt in his mind that he was embedded deep inside her. Beyond the hilt.
She only went still for a minute before lifting her body slightly to begin riding him. She had ridden him before, but never like this. Never with this intensity. Or with this degree of force. Or strength. And she wouldn’t stop. Or let up. She had more energy than the Energizer Bunny.