She shrugged. “I was in a hurry…and I didn’t want to wake you fumbling around in the room.”
“Damn considerate of you.” His eyes took on a devilish glint. “Don’t suppose you were considerate enough not to rummage around for your panties.”
“Maybe…” She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her workout pants. “Want to find out?”
“Hell yes,” he said as he chucked his own jeans in a move that was so fast he practically blurred. Had he actually pulled them off his legs or had he pulled his particle trick again?
“You better hurry if you don’t want me ripping those off you,” he warned.
She complied, not because he’d ordered her to, but because it suited with her desires as well. She was truly an addict. Just thinking about how good he felt as he pumped inside of her was making her heart race at a rate that couldn’t be healthy.
Oh how far I’ve come in just one night. Sign me up for the next session, Doctor Valin. Right now.
She launched herself at him at the same time he moved for her. They met with a crash in the middle of the room. His mouth descended upon hers, hot and firm and demanding. His hands claimed her, his touch just shy of bruising as he tweaked and stroked every hot button he’d discovered upon her last night. As for her, she was a mindless animal, clawing and keening as she tried to wring all she could from him at the same time.
More.
Stay in control.
Had to have him. All of him.
And will you lose yourself when you do?
“No, no, nononono…” She shook her head, her hands fisting against his chest. She couldn’t do this. Shouldn’t have given over to the need in the first place.
“Bullshit,” he growled and whirled her around, slamming her up against the door, his breath coming in short gasps as he pinned her there, his need readily evident against the soft dip of her lower stomach. “No is not an option for us anymore, Gabby.”
“I just meant…” She swallowed, unable to voice her doubts sufficiently for him to understand.
That’s assuming he’d care enough to hear.
She took a deep breath, trying to silence the doubts and needs that were splitting her in two. Valin stilled, his gaze searching as he looked for something in her face. “What did you mean, Gabby?”
“I meant…” She closed her eyes, leveraging her hands on his shoulders so she could wiggle her hips into the perfect position. She lifted her legs, linking her ankles behind his hips as she rubbed herself on the hot ridge of his erection.
He hissed, his body turning to hard iron. “Damnit, Gabby. First you say no, then you rub against me like a cat in heat. What are you trying to do to me?”
Nothing. Nothing to him. Though this would surely scar her.
Even knowing that wasn’t enough to make her stop. The need was too great. The desire for this man too much to dismiss.
Just keep it simple. Him. You. Sex. We’re all just animals, after all.
“I meant don’t stop.”
“Oh thank God,” he said, the tension in his body transferring into a powerful thrust against her, his cock rubbing deliciously against her weeping folds. She clasped her lip between her teeth, barely catching the needy moan that bubbled from her throat in response.
“Do you like that, cookie?”
“Don’t call me cookie,” she responded automatically, but ruined the rebuff by trying to devour his mouth.
He chuckled around her tongue, breaking the lip-lock enough to murmur, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Bastard,” she said, even as she ground her pelvis against him. He was so hot against her slick core. So hard, if she could only angle her pelvis a bit more…
“Do you want more of me?” he teased, his hips rotating in sanity-breaking short motions against her clit.
“Yes, just…please.”
“Please what?” he asked, shifting so that the tip of his cock barely slipped inside of her before pulling back out.
She whimpered, arching her back to follow his retreat, but was blocked from achieving her goal by the hand that clasped firmly down on her ass.
“Say it, Gabby.”
She growled a sound, letting her head fall back against the door as she glared at him in frustration. “You want me to talk dirty to you?”
“I want you to tell me what you want.”
“Fine.” She gritted her teeth, then smiled and said with saccharine sweetness, “Please, Valin, oh man of all males, would you please fuck me?”
His jaw ticked, his pupils sharpening to dagger points. “Is that what you want?”
She nodded curtly. It was all she could have.
He growled, the noise rumbling deep in his chest. The sound, combined with the little power struggle they’d just had, dimmed her growing need enough that she finally clued in to his emotions. He was pissed, though whether pissed at her, her responses, or just that he wanted her at all she didn’t know. She pressed against his shoulders with her hands, intent on telling him to forget this had ever happened, when he thrust, his cock piercing deep into the welcoming folds of her core.
She gasped, pleasure rippling from the overwhelming wash of sensations. Any thoughts of ending this drowned in the burning tidal wave of need that rode in on pleasure’s tail.
Holy hell. How was she going to walk away from this man after this?
“Valin…I just…I want…”
“What do you want, Gabby? What do you need me to do?” he asked, his strokes almost brutal even as he eased into a pounding rhythm that she knew from experience would just drive her wilder.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. She was finding it difficult to draw in air as he seemed to be driving it all out of her. “More. I need….” She gasped on a particularly intense stroke, shuddering at the mind-numbing effect of their passion. “Yes, like that.” No thoughts. No worries. Just sex. It’s what she needed. And all she deserved.
He obliged, gritting his teeth as if maintaining the punishing rhythm was testing his willpower. She couldn’t know for sure, not without opening herself to the glimpses of his other emotions and that…well, after the last lookey-see, she doubted she wanted to know. Especially when she was so close to coming apart.
She closed her eyes, straining against him, searching for the combination of sensations that would mean her release. Like the addict she was, she now craved the type of release that only he could give her.
“Is this what you want? Do you like me fucking you?” His voice broke her climb toward ecstasy, forcing her to cling to her current ledge.
“Yes, damn you, you know I do.”
He slowed, drawing out the next stroke, then tormenting her with a long, languid rub back in. “How about this? Can you like this?”
She writhed against him, her nerves screaming in frustration. Just a couple more strokes and she would have been there. Just a couple more moments until that blissful moment of suspension where nothing mattered—not her past, not her future, nothing but right then.
“No, I need…Please, Valin, you’re killing me!”
He leaned in, his hand wrapping in the hair at the back of her neck as he pressed his lips against her forehead. The kiss was barely a whisper, no more than the soft caress of air as he drew in a shaky breath. “I don’t want to kill you, Gabby. I want to love you.”
Her eyes popped open, startled not only by his words but by the small amount of moisture that sunk down through the hair on top of her head. He was crying? She shook her head, biting her lip. “Valin…I…”