I rolled to my back, spread. He bent over me, gathered me in his arms, lifted me up and rammed me down on his cock.
I cried out, my hands going to his lush hair, both of them fisting as his hips thrust up.
“Hold on,” he told me unnecessarily.
We did this a lot. It was always a wild ride.
I knew to hold on.
“Finger to your clit, baby, give it to me,” he demanded.
He was ready and he wanted me to be there with him.
I did what he said, and two seconds later I shoved my face into his neck and sunk my teeth into his skin.
He grunted then groaned, surged up so hard and deep, I nearly bucked off and he came with me.
Half a minute later, he murmured, “Give me the glide, honey.”
I knew what he wanted and started gliding up and down on his cock, my lips and tongue moving over his skin.
“Taste blood?” he asked quietly.
“No,” I whispered into his neck.
“Next time.”
I smiled then slid my lips to under his ear. “Talked to your Mom at the café today.”
“Her *’s workin’ my dick and she talks to me about my Mom,” he muttered, I slid down, lifted my head and looked at him, grinning.
“And Rachelle’” I added. “So,” I started conversationally, “no one has ever called you Raiden but me?”
“Raiden is a silly-ass romance novel hero’s name my Mom came up with to torture me,” he replied.
I stifled a giggle and remarked, “And Raid isn’t silly?”
He smiled. “Raid’s a badass’s name.”
He was not wrong.
I brushed my lips against his and mumbled, “I see.”
“Love you, Hanna.”
He said that to me now. Not frequently, but he said it.
But the way he said it right then made my head came up an inch and I glued my eyes to his.
“I love you too, honey,” I whispered.
“Nothin’ ever touches you,” he declared and I knew.
He was still thinking about Nick Sebring.
“I’m okay,” I assured him.
“My work doesn’t touch you.”
“Honey,” I wound my arms and him. “I’m okay.”
“Knight was about as unhappy as I was you were approached. He’s got a woman, she’s his world. He gets where I’m at. You won’t see Nick again.”
I nodded, but my belly fluttered.
I was his world.
He bent his head and kissed my chest before he tipped it back again. “You want me to clean you up or are you feelin’ energetic?”
Since it was just him and me and always would be, plus the fact I was on birth control, we’d discussed it and he’d dispensed with the condoms.
Gratifyingly.
“I’m feeling energetic,” I told him.
“Then climb off, but I’m feeling energetic, too, so we go to bed naked. If I want you in the night, all-access.”
I slid off but I did it shivering.
I started to move, but Raiden brought me back with an arm around my waist so I was pressed to his front. His other hand slid between my legs. Sensitive, my body melted into his, my hands settled on his shoulders, my eyes slid half-shut and my lips parted.
“Fuck me,” he murmured, his beautiful eyes moving over my face. “Just wanted a quick reminder of that sweet *, and one look at your face, now I gotta finger fuck it to make you come again.”
He most certainly did.
I started breathing heavily and my fingers clutched his shoulders.
“Face in my neck, hold on and let me give it to you, baby,” he ordered. “And this time, I’m gonna make you mark me.”
His words made my hips twitch. I held on, pressed close and let him give it to me.
In the end, I wasn’t feeling as energetic as I thought, so Raid ended up out of bed to get a washcloth to clean the remnants of him away me.
Then I fell asleep moments after I felt Raiden’s arm move, my eyes drifting open and closed, watching his fingertips move over the skin of his neck then the skin of my lips.
And the last thing I heard before I floated off was his muttered, “Love my wild one.”
*
The bed moved violently. My eyes flew open, then my body rolled over Raiden’s and I was flying through the air.
I landed on my back on the floor beside the bed with a pained cry as the jolt of landing raced along my spine, radiated over my scalp and along the small of my back.
I blinked, trying to understand what was happening, at the same time concentrating on the thankfully receding pain, when suddenly Raid was kneeling beside me.
“Jesus, fuck, Hanna, fuck. Fuck,” he ended on a snarl as I pushed up to my elbows.
“I’m okay.”
“Move your legs for me,” he ordered.
I pushed up fully and bent my legs, repeating, “Honey, I’m okay.”
A moment of silence slid by before I was cradled in his arms. He picked me up, turned, sat on the side of the bed and held me close, my behind in his lap, his face in my neck.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered there.
“A dream?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, but it was then I noticed his big, strong body was shaking.
I closed my eyes, pressed close and wound my arms around him. “I’m okay. It’s okay. Okay?” I asked stupidly.
“Coulda hurt you,” he said.
“You didn’t.”