He watches me for a moment, his dark, hungry eyes appraising every inch of me from head to toe, and I feel my cheeks heat and my nipples tighten underneath my layered tank tops. His eyes home in on my chest, and I know he can see what he’s doing to me by just standing there. It’s unreal the way that he makes me feel.
His eyes flash back to mine, and I watch the previously banked heat flare, before he says, “Come here.”
It’s as if I have no control over my feet. One minute, I’m across the kitchen, and the next, I’m in his arms, and he takes my mouth in a savage kiss. It’s hard and hungry and everything I feel for him in this moment. I’m going to let myself be free to do and to feel, to touch and to taste, to take and to give, and then I’m going to watch him walk away. So for now, I’ll take every bit of it that I can.
Kyle grabs my ass in his hands and wraps my legs around his waist. I take hold of his shoulders for balance and barely hold back the moan that wants to slip past my lips when I feel his hard length press against my center. Even through our clothes, I can feel how hot and hard he is.
“Where’s your room?” he asks when he tears his mouth away from mine leaving me breathless.
“Upstairs,” I pant. “Third floor.”
And then I let out a little yelp, because he runs up the stairs with me in his arms. He’s big and brawny and carries me like I weigh nothing at all. While we’re all required to stay in shape, I’m no wilting violet. I’m a strong woman. I’m a marine.
But he makes me feel delicate, fragile, special even. And it’s sexy as hell. But I’m not ready to just roll over and let him have his way either. Kyle Garrett is going to have to work for it. He has to earn the right to possess me.
“At the end of the hall,” I tell him in a breathy whisper.
His eyes hold mine hostage as he slowly slides me down his body, lowering me to stand barefoot before him on the carpet. My sneakers must have fallen off somewhere between the kitchen and here.
“Take off your shirt,” he softly commands after he steps back to watch me. He has another think coming if he thinks I’m just going to do his bidding.
“You first,” I counter. I want to push him like he’s pushing me. I don’t want him to think that I’m the kind of woman who’s a little plaything he can order around. I’ll order him around right back.
“That’s not what I asked for.”
“Then make me.” The challenge passes through my lips before I can stop it. His eyes flare and sparkle with the challenge, and the corner of his lush mouth curls up in a knowing smirk.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he replies as he eyes me like a tiger would a gazelle. It makes my breath catch in my lungs.
I know better than to challenge a man like this. A man who feeds on adrenaline and has more testosterone in his little finger than most others do in their whole bodies. This is a man who’s used to working hard to be the best of the best, and taking what he wants.
I know better, and yet, I do it anyway. And I love every second of it.
“Come and get me,” I say as I back away slowly.
Kyle rips his shirt over his head by grabbing it behind his neck in that sexy way men do. His biceps flex and wink at me, and I bite my lip as the tight boxes of his abs are revealed. I wrap my hands around my own waist and grab the hem of my tanks and pull them up and over my head, dropping them to the floor to reveal my plain black jog bra. My cheeks flush. I’m not a sexy woman. I don’t wear frilly underthings; I wear ones with a purpose. Is he disappointed? I don’t think I could bear it if he was.
My eyes snap up just in time to see him stalk toward me like a big cat. When he reaches me, his hands go immediately to the elastic band around my ribcage, pulling the stretchy material up and over my head. My arms go up automatically, and then he tosses the black spandex to the floor with a Viking’s war cry. My unbound breasts hang free for a second before he pulls me tight into his arms and crushes his mouth to mine.
Kyle licks across the seam of my mouth, and I open for him. The heat of his body against mine only serves to drive me higher and higher, and I trail my hands up his lean sides and then down his tight abs, straight to his belt. With shaking hands, I undo the buckle and the button on his shorts before I slide the zipper down and tuck my hand inside.
I find him hot and thick and hard, and I wrap my hand around him and squeeze before I stroke him from root to tip. With a growl, he grabs me by my underarms and tosses me on the bed. He kneels between my legs, unhooks my jeans, and yanks them down before I’ve even caught my breath, and then he’s there. Kyle tosses my legs over his shoulders as he grips my hips firmly in his hands, his fingers pressing deep into the fleshy part of my hips, and his mouth is over me, wet and wild as he devours me.
I toss my head back and forth as he sucks my clit deep into his mouth and rolls his tongue over me. He places open-mouth kisses over me, nipping as he goes. He’s moving fast, using his mouth so savagely that I have no choice but to climax. I scrape my nails through his close-cropped hair and over his scalp, desperate to hold him to me. I let out a surprised gasp as my orgasm washes over me, and I come.
And then he’s moving, kicking off his shorts and pulling a foil packet from his wallet that he chucks over the bed. His muscles flex, and I pant as I watch him put the corner of the packet to his teeth and tear. He closes his eyes as he fists his hard cock, rolling the latex down his long shaft, and then he covers me with his body.
I feel the very tip of him at my center, and then with one thrust, he gives me all of him. He’s thick and long, and the intrusion tears the breath from my lungs. The sting of the stretch mixes with my arousal, and I want him; I want this. I try and rock my hips against his, to take what we both want, but I’m pinned to the bed by his large frame. I’m at his mercy.
“Please,” I beg. I need him to move, to put us both out of our misery. And then, thankfully, he does.
He holds himself over me as he pumps into me. He drops his mouth to mine, placing quick kisses, tasting me as he moves in and out of my body.
I pull my thighs high on his hips and trail my hands over his chest. I rock my hips to meet his and hold on. I want to push him over the edge like he did me. Only Kyle has other plans.
He licks into my mouth one more time before pulling back to sit up on his knees and jerks my hips onto his with a harsh thrust that leaves me gasping and my ass suspended above the bed in his hands. He impales me onto him again and again, harder and harder.
“Kyle,” I gasp.
