I frown, curious what he wants to know. “Okay…”
“You said you were with one other guy.” My face pales, my palms sweaty. “Did you love him?”
I swallow, really rethinking this whole question thing.
“Not at all. In fact, he was an asshole. He took me in the back of his squad car, and he was anything but a gentleman.”
“Did he make you come?” My eyes snap to his with surprise. His brows are in a hard line, his jaw tight. “The way you react when you fall apart at my fingertips, it’s as if you’ve never had an orgasm. Your body is so out of control, so natural.”
My cheeks flush.
“You’re the only one I’ve had an orgasm with. Any orgasm at all, actually.”
“So, the first time you ever came was on my fingers on the side of the road?” He smiles, the memory flashing across his eyes.
“Yeah,” I reply shyly.
“I need inside of you now.” He grips my thighs, standing with me in his arms.
“They say the best part about fighting is the make-up sex,” I state, my words coming out all breathy. “We should fight more often.”
He squeezes my ass cheeks, a growl rumbling through his chest. “I have no doubt that we will.”
Zeek kisses along my jaw, gripping my thighs roughly. We stumble into a wall and onto an end table. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his tight body. I can’t help but run my hands over it, so soft and hard at the same time. Each muscle is perfectly outlined and beading with sweat.
He picks me up again, only making it a couple of steps before he plows us into my computer chair, and I fall onto the desk.
Zeek kicks the chair out of the way and places both hands on either side of me. His eyes are hooded, lips parted.
His eyes fall from mine, landing on something next to my hip. Following his line of sight, I find my duty belt.
He grabs it, taking out both pairs of my cuffs.
“Oh, no, you don’t! My voice rises, my heart racing.
He grins, boyish dimples appearing.
He turns me, grabbing my wrist. “Lie flat,” he orders.
“I don’t know about this,” I state, my heart beating hard. Last time I let him cuff me, he left.
He bites his bottom lip. “Trust me.”
Swallowing hard, I take a deep breath and lower myself onto the desk, my back flush with the top. I don’t know why I trust him, but I do. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me, like he’d burn this town to the ground before he’d let someone even look at me longer than he’d like.
“Good girl,” he whispers, unbuttoning his jeans. He cuffs one wrist to a leg of the table, my arm arching over the side. Walking along the other side, he does the same thing to the other hand.
Running his hand along my stomach and hips, he makes a hissing sound between his teeth.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” His voice comes out gravelly and strained as he wrestles my pants from my legs.
I try to lift my head to look at him, to see his tanned gorgeous body, but restraints keep me from lifting all the way up.
Using his knee, he pushes himself onto the desk and hooks his fingers along the corners of my panties, slowly pulling them off. The fabric tickles my legs as they slide downward. My breathing quickens, anticipation killing me.
Climbing over me, he presses his hand right next to my head, his face an inch from mine. God, he’s so dangerously sexy. Crazy beautiful.
His eyes narrow, his face serious. “You’re mine, Jillian. There’s no going back. You had your chance to tell me no, but that chance is gone now.” I swallow hard as his finger trails along my clit, my body bucking in reaction.
“Do you understand? Do you understand that you’re mine now?” His words are dead serious, his tone not asking, but telling.
My eyes meet his deep brown ones, which are serious and primal, telling me I will never escape him.
The things I feel for this man are dangerous on so many levels, scary beyond anything I can comprehend.
But beyond it all, I want to be his.
I want to be his obsession.
He’s dangerous and fucking sexy, and I want him all to myself.
“I understand. Just promise me you’ll never hurt me. That if you get bored with me, you’ll let me go with some respect,” I state, my words coming out breathy.
His brows furrow. “You’re not going anywhere.” Leaning down, he kisses me so hard I feel my lips may bruise. That’s when I know without a doubt I won’t walk away from this without being completely broken. But I’d rather take that chance than not be here now with him. To feel his hard body on top of mine, to see his eyes light up when he looks at me, and the rough touch of his hands on my skin.
Pulling away, he nips at my jaw, trailing down my neck and collarbone. I lift a hand to grab at his back but the cuffs bite against my wrist, reminding me of my bindings.