Every sound she made continued to fuel the fire, my cock swelling even more. I thrust with enough force her body rocked, my balls swelling to the point I could easily erupt deep inside.

  Her entire face glowed in the moonlight, my animalistic actions unable to stop the excitement in her eyes. I pulled away, taking several deep breaths as I stroked her face, hungering to taste her swollen lips. After yanking my trousers into position, I bent over, sliding my arms under hers to pull her into a standing position.

  “What now?” she asked, her voice breathless.

  “That means I’m not finished.” I lifted her chin, running the tip of my finger through a few beads of cum that had dripped past her lips. “Not by a long shot.” I jammed my finger into her mouth, becoming some crazed man who’d obviously not had sex in a hell of a long time.

  Which was true enough.

  “Mmm…” she murmured, teasing me once again by using exaggerated motions to lick around her mouth. That was mere seconds before she yanked my shirt, ripping seams in her effort to drag the material over my head.

  The glossiness of her eyes told no lies. We were both beyond backing away. That would come later when the reality of our actions settled in.

  Her laugh was a soft, throaty lure that exploded the rush of hunger inside.

  I pushed her hands away, but she wasn’t interested in obeying me, planting her palms on my naked chest. If she only knew how many electric sensations had torn through me, she’d push me even harder.

  As soon as I pulled her arms behind her back, capturing her wrists with the fingers of one hand, her eyes opened wide. But she wasn’t interested in giving up just yet. The little vixen fought me, struggling to free herself until I ravaged her mouth with another kiss.

  The fight left her, a slow but steady melting as I explored her mouth. The taste was even sweeter than before, a hint of raspberries and spice. Kissing had never held much of my interest.

  Until now.

  She was worth taking the time, learning every nuance and inch of her body. But my needs were only increasing. When I pulled away, we were both panting.

  As soon as I let go of her hands, I tossed her onto the bed, taking a single step closer before kicking off my shoes and yanking off my jeans and boxers.

  By then, Alexia was on her knees, acting as if she had plans on escaping. When her eyes darted to the door, proving my point, I wagged my finger at her.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

  But she did anyway.

  As soon as she attempted to lunge off the bed, I yanked her back by one arm, immediately crawling on the bed and straddling her lithe body. Her scent of arousal had become intoxicating, drawing me further into a black hole that continued to expand.

  “A little fighter, eh?” The question rolled off my tongue in a tone I no longer recognized. Apparently, she brought out the beast in me.

  “You have no idea.”

  “Then I guess I’ll need to shackle you to the bed from now on.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.” She jutted her chin forward, shifting her hips as if I’d dare allow her to get away.

  I dragged her arms over her head, easily capturing her wrists in one hand. “Evidently my books don’t offer enough warning.”

  “You barely have any sex scenes.”

  “Ouch. You wound me.”

  “You’ll get over it.”

  Playful or not, the ebb and flow of current was becoming raw, impossible to ignore.

  Her eyes burned into mine, never blinking as she wiggled her arms. Now she offered a pointed stare, as if switching the rules of the game. Her utter defiance was extremely attractive.

  I smashed her arms against the comforter, leaning over. “You will obey me.”

  “We shall see. Don’t turn your back.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. You know bad girls are punished for their infractions.”

  As I pressed her knees apart with my leg, she remained relentless with her pointed stare. If she believed I was kidding with taking what I wanted, she was dead wrong. Now that I’d had a taste, my needs had been driven to an insatiable point.

  I would never be able to get enough of her.

  I brushed my lips across her cheek, savoring her body’s immediate reaction, slight tremors pulsing beneath me. I took my time, allowing my mouth to explore, tasting every inch of her delicious skin. With the game continuing, she did everything in her power to ignore the rush of sensations, but her body continued to betray her. As I shifted to her breast, I enjoyed alternating between making it sore then soothing her tender tissue, my eyes never leaving her face as she wiggled beneath my hold.

  The scent of her arousal only further intoxicated me, my cock aching to the point there was no way I could hold back from taking her for long.

  I wrapped my fingers around her long strands of hair splayed out on the pillow, burying my face into her neck as I drank in her delicious scent.

  Then I captured her mouth, kissing her as if this was the first time, dominating her tongue as she did everything that she could to break free of my hold. There was no doubt about her continued desire, her soft mews around the powerful kiss confirmation. Her sounds became strangled as if I was suffocating her, even as I shifted a portion of my weight, my hunger more explosive than before. I drank from her lips for a full minute before releasing my hold, crawling between her legs.

  Alexia gasped as I gathered her legs into my arms, pushing her knees against the sheets.

  “What are you doing?” she dared to ask, the warm glow on her face shifting into a crimson blush creeping from her jaw to her cheeks.

  “Feasting.” The single word was all I could manage before driving my tongue past her swollen folds.

  “Oh, God. Oh…” She continued writhing, digging her heels into the sheet as I lapped her sweet cream. There was nothing like watching her increasing throes of passion as she tossed her head back and forth, her sounds ragged. As I swirled my tongue around her clit, her body jerked, her porcelain skin luminous in the stream of light. Every action she took continued to fuel the fire burning deep within, pushing me into a crazed frenzy. I was lost in the sea of oblivion. I should eliminate the temptation.

  But that wasn’t going to happen.

  Now that I’d tasted her, there would be no going back.

  I licked furiously, driving several fingers in beside my tongue. With every swipe of my tongue, she gasped for air, alternating between moaning and crying out, her eyes fluttering open as the friction continued to build. I tongue fucked her with fevered motions, growling every few seconds as the ugly beast inside of me continued to hunger for more. When I knew she was fighting her body’s filthy needs, I issued a command that she dare not ignore.

  “Come for me, Alexia. Come on my tongue.”

  There was no hesitation, no ignoring my demand.

  She bucked up from the bed, her eyes opening wide as a powerful climax rushed through her system. Her long fingers grasped the sheet, jerking as she gasped for air.

  “Yes. Yes…” Her loud moans drifted into something softer, a surrender of every inch. Perhaps even a portion of her soul.

  I refused to stop, licking every drop of her sweet cream until another orgasm collided with the one before, sending her spiraling into pure ecstasy. Her screams echoed in the room, pushing me closer to an uncontrollable state.

  Every time she tossed her head, I sucked on her clit. Every time she fisted the comforter, I assaulted her with my tongue.

  And when she finally jerked into a sitting position, her eyes opened wide, I wrapped my hand around her throat. She parted her lips, panting as she dared me with her eyes. Every stroke of her fingers down my chest was enough to push my limits. But the tingling sensation as her long fingers wrapped around my cockhead was it. There would be no holding back any longer.

  “Finished so soon?”

  The woman certainly knew how to challenge me.

  “Nah, baby. We’re just getting started.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Alexia

  What are you doing?

  The question continued to ravage my mind or at least it had until this moment. Just seeing the look in Maverick’s eyes, the long pull of his hooded eyelids as he raked my body with his heated gaze was enough to shatter all my inhibitions. As well as knocking aside the trepidation that I’d crossed a line.

  Maybe when I was alone, the passion lingering in the continued ache of my bruised nipples and aching pussy from his rough touches, I’d debate my rationality for letting go.

  But not now.

  The rush of excitement I’d felt when meeting him for the first time had returned. This was a little like being allowed a taste of my favorite candy, decadent and succulent, but was likely to only occur once.

  Which meant I planned on taking full advantage of the sinful moment.

  Our breathing remained labored, the thrill of the forbidden adding to the excitement. After he settled on the bed sitting opposite of me in the center, I straddled his legs, scooting closer.

  There was much to be said, but nothing that couldn’t wait. I’d barely had time to bask in his muscular body before he’d indulged in the feast he’d promised. Now I planned on taking time exploring every muscle, every scar mottling his skin.

  He allowed me the moment, remaining still as I rolled the tips of my index and middle fingers down his forehead to the bridge of his nose, slowly tickling the two-day scruff on his carved jaw.

  His silence was yet another fascinating moment. There were far too many emotions drifting between us, but ignoring the reason I was here seemed the only decent thing to do.

  After all, I had a gorgeous naked man sitting inches away. I continued my exploration, trailing my fingers from one shoulder blade to the other before pulling them from his sternum to his six-pack abs.

  “Wow,” I whispered before I realized what I’d done.

  With his fingers wrapped around mine, he pulled the tips to his lips, pressing kisses back and forth. “Nothing that you expected?”

  “Don’t fool yourself. You are… gorgeous.” Why not admit it? What did I have to lose? This was nothing but a beautiful blip in time, fulfilling this girl’s fantasy. A little secret I’d take to my grave.

  “I’ve never had a woman call me gorgeous.”

  “Did you ever think that perhaps you’ve only tasted the wrong women?”

  Every time he laughed, my skin tickled both in delight and anticipation. While I should have realized he was a dominating man from his prose, he was even more so than I’d predicted. Adding to the excitement.

  “More than once.”

  There was something off about his admittance or perhaps he was merely teasing me as I’d done with him. A scar caught my eye and I abandoned the thought, concentrating on the indentation left by a bullet. It was clear to see, an ugly reminder that he’d lived a very dangerous life.

  Once before when he’d been my hero.

  As I circled the wound with my finger, I expected him to tense, but his breathing slowed instead. Yet he was watching me.

  “A bank robber who tried to get away.” His voice was low and husky, a soft caress of a lover’s heated breath.

  “But you caught him?”

  “Of course.”

  “Did you kill him?”

  He chuckled. “Not that burglar. But he’s doing twenty-five years for armed robbery.”

  A slight chill coursed through me as I shifted my attention to one down further on his chest. “And this one?”

  When he didn’t answer right away, I lifted my head so I could study his eyes. “A school shooter. He killed three children before I put a bullet in his brain.”

  Pulling my hand away, I curled my fingers. “You’ve been through hell. Haven’t you?”

  “I consider myself a lucky man.” He wrapped his fingers around mine, repeating what he’d done before, only this time rolling his lips across my knuckles.

  Every touch caused shivers. My God. The lust in his eyes was more intense than before, the electricity sparking from his massive frame creating a wave of shivers. I clenched my other hand, pressing my fist into his chest while I remained unable to ignore the dark, insidious craving for him.

  “How many times has your life been in danger?”

  His eyes were hooded, his chest rising and falling. His thick cock was pressed against my stomach, which kept me on a spectacular high where want and need collided.

  “Enough.”

  “How many men have you killed?”

  “Is that what you really want to know, Alexia, or are you asking if I’m willing to hunt and kill the man responsible for hurting you?” He released his hold, gently wrapping his hand around my throat. The action was possessive, very much like the heroes he depicted in his books.

  Fantasy was colliding with reality, but the dangerous side to every fictional hero was exactly the same as the man about to fuck me.

  A warm flush swept across my cheeks. “Maybe I am.”

  “Then the answer is easy. Without a second of hesitation.”

  He kissed me hungrily, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth. Every promise I’d made to myself about shutting him down failed and I kissed him back with the same intensity. As I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, arching my back, he removed his hand from my throat, fisting my hair at the scalp instead. There was nothing like the power of his hold or the feel of his cock grinding into my stomach.

  Every sensation dazzling, my mind was as corrupted as my body, my needs shattering every angry thought. As he sucked on my tongue, I crawled my fingers down his sides, kneading his thighs. A growl erupted past the kiss, the sound thrilling. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, enjoying the weight of his cock in my hand. As I pumped the base, I twisted my hand, creating friction between my fingers. All the moments of nothing but hollow fantasies faded, replaced with the same desperate need he was exhibiting.

  As soon as he broke the intimate moment, dragging his tongue around my lips, I cried out as vibrations skittered down the back of my legs.

  “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, rolling his lips under my jaw to my earlobe. When he bit down, I raked my nails across his skin, sensing his desire only increasing. We were combustible, incapable of thinking clearly, but the delicious fire burning in my core refused to be denied.

  While he was a damn good author, I sensed he craved the rush of adrenaline only provided when chasing the bad guy. Did that make him even more exciting?

  Well, hell, yes. Why deny the obvious?

  With his hand still wrapped around my throat, he lowered me to the bed, holding his massive body over me.

  The invitation was too delicious to resist. I flexed my fingers open, rubbing my palm down his chest. He took several deep breaths, his nostrils flaring as he did.

  His expression turned carnal, his jaw clenched, and his eyes bored into mine. At this point, he was nothing but a predator and he’d found his prey.

  Or perhaps I’d purposely run to him. For protection.

  Just like I’d thought about dozens of times before after nightmares had stolen my sleep, false images had strangled my life.

  Being with him was exactly what I needed, yet nothing that could last.

  I was so wet, my body yearning for him, that I reached out, still shaking even as I rolled my fingers over his shoulder. In response, he opened my thighs then thrust his cock past my swollen folds in one savage, rough plunge. Moaning, I writhed underneath him, my pussy muscles trying desperately to accept his huge girth. Almost instantly his shaft started to swell, filling me completely.

  As he cupped both sides of my face, I wrapped one leg around him, continuing to dig my fingers into his skin. His hard stare remained as he fucked me, watching my ever-changing expressions as the quick moment of pain morphed into a beautiful rhythm. His silence only aroused me even more, his eyes offering more expression than his words had managed to do.

  Even with his books, the draw I’d felt to the characters and to the hero depicted in almost every scene was nothing in comparison to the man hovering over me.

  “So fucking beautiful.” His muttered words were soft, another sweet caress while his actions were anything but gentle.

  Even more breathless, I clung to him, squeezing my knees against his heated body. A sudden twinkle in his eye caught my attention. He wasn’t finished tormenting me.

  I bucked against him, jerking up from the bed with every brutal thrust. When he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle him, I threw my head back, gasping several times as stars floated in front of my eyes. Everything about this moment was wrong, but nothing had ever felt so delicious yet filthy. My stomach remained tight as he cupped and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers.

  It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving me to the point of madness. The pain was incredible, pushing me into a near frenzy as I rode him long and hard, no longer able to keep my eyes open. Only seconds later, I was shoved directly into a fiery orgasm, panting as the combination of agony and pleasure electrified every inch of skin. I threw my head back, my scream ragged.

  “Yes. Yes…” I bit back a scream, although I had no idea who I thought would hear. We were all alone in a huge house, his closest neighbors acres away.

  As he pulled me down, I fought so I could get control of my heavy breathing.

  I was so very wrong.

  The brutal snap of his hand against my backside caught me so off guard I yelped. “What?”

  “Just a few reminders that you will need to follow my directions. That’s the only way I can keep you safe.”

  “I haven’t broken any rules. Yet.”

  Three additional savage smacks jarred me to the point my eyes were open wide. The anguish was shocking, the electric tingles now having nothing to do with the earlier passion. I struggled in his hold, only to have him wrap his huge arm around my waist, holding me in place.