His gaze darkened and ran down her nude form. Hunger rolled, heated and strong, through the misty room. “We’re not making it to the shower.” Hooking her by the waist, he took her down to the plush white rug and rolled until she sat on his hips.
The steam dampened the air, and she ran her hands down his torso. Hard muscle and ripped ridges filled her palms. “I never imagined a man could be so beautiful,” she murmured. Strength could be stunning. “Everything about you is pure male.”
Evidence of that fact jumped against her inner thighs. He was hard and ready to go that quickly.
Pure male possession crossed his rugged face while hunger for her curved his dangerous lips. “I’m taking more than just your body, Zara.” He flattened his palm on her abdomen and dragged his fingertips up her torso to her breasts.
She arched into his rough palms, wetness spilling from her. “Think you can handle that?” she moaned.
“Watch me.”
She could only nod as need coiled inside her. Her nipples ached, and deep between her legs, she throbbed.
“I want to be inside you. Now.” The commanding tone of his voice licked right through her, and she shivered. The man had a definite bossy side in bed, and she’d be totally lying if she said she didn’t like it.
So she lifted up, grasped him at the base, and tried to lower herself onto him. “You’re too big.” She gasped as her body fought her.
“Now, Zara.”
More wetness spilled from her, and he chuckled. Then his hands abandoned her breasts and clamped onto her hips. She stiffened out of instinct.
“Relax your body, baby. Trust me.” The words were coaxing, but the tone was all command.
She relaxed and breathed out, her body obeying instantly even as her mind fought to catch up.
He widened his hips, which widened her thighs. She fell forward, stopping herself with her hands on his broad chest. Sinew and muscle filled her palms. Then he slowly, inexorably lowered her inch by inch without giving quarter.
The feeling of being penetrated, of his slow and sure movements, lit her body on fire. She threw back her head and let him control them both, feeling her internal muscles clench and release. The pressure built to almost too much, and she stiffened again, her gaze catching his. “Wait a sec.”
He lowered his chin and studied her. Then, apparently reaching a conclusion, “No.” He moved her down his length again.
The need to challenge him, to fight his dominance, rose in her along with an impish chuckle, so she found purchase with her knees and tried to lift her butt.
He held her in place but stopped moving. “Zara? You really want me to stop? Or do you wanna play, baby?” His voice was a low rumble that moved through her abdomen with a rush of heat.
If she truly asked him to stop, he would. But what fun would that be? “Oh, I wanna play,” she whispered, desire shooting through her nerves. “You want such control? You’re gonna have to take it.” Yeah, she knew challenging him, especially like this, might be more than she wanted to take on, but as the haunted look completely fled his eyes, it was definitely worth it. “Unless you’re not up to it?”
Oops. Too much. Definitely too much.
His fingers flexed on her hips and he yanked her down until her butt hit his thighs. Pleasure edged with pain surged through her, vibrating with raw pleasure. She sucked in air, and her eyes widened. Move. Oh God, he had to move. She wiggled her butt and dug in her nails, trying to lift back up.
He held her still. He grinned and her heart stopped.
Her sex fluttered around him, and heat uncoiled deep inside her. “Ryker,” she breathed.
Keeping one hand clamped around her hip, he slid his other down over her abdomen and kept going until his thumb brushed her clit.
Electricity.
She pressed her lips together to keep from whimpering. When she was a little more in control, she breathed out. “Oh, I like the dangerous side of you.” Her body was one huge nerve of need as she gave him the truth.
He smiled. “You’re far more dangerous than I could ever be. Sexy and smart…and so damn sweet you kill me sometimes.”
Those words from him. They gave her power and trust. A shiver wound down her back. She flashed him a smile right as her nails dug into his chest, wanting to push him a little.
He didn’t even wince. Instead, he pressed hard on her clit and then rubbed. “Sheath the claws or I will.”
She gasped and gyrated against him. “No.”
He released her clit and grabbed his belt from his discarded jeans. Her eyes widened. Wait. Oops. Crap. While she tried to draw back, he secured her wrists and quickly bound them behind her back.
“Hey.” She struggled against the leather and couldn’t release them. A startled laugh, one full of joy and surprise, erupted from her. Heat flared through her so fast she swayed.
The pads of his fingers grazed her hips and moved up to her breasts to tweak both nipples. The small pain bit into her, and she groaned. So much. Way too much. Then his thighs widened more, and she lost any sense of being in control.