He backed her into a nearby wall and she grabbed his shoulders in startled surprise as he lifted her up again. It occurred to her that he wasn’t just keeping her physically off balance; he was also doing it to her mentally. She was unable to think or say anything; she hung on and let him take over.
“This is our position,” he murmured in her ear. She heard the sound of a zipper being undone. “I’m going to take you like this first. Teach you to do it right next time.”
“Right?” That was all she managed as he pushed against her. Oh, Lord. She had feltthatbefore. Only he had been semi-aroused then. He felt as big as he had looked that first time she had seen him naked in the dark. She gripped his arms, digging her fingers into the coiled muscles.
“The right way to do it,” he said, penetrating her softness with slow accuracy, “is without anything on.”
Amber wrapped her legs around his waist as he drove the point home. He slid in, settling his body between her open legs, pushing her hard against the wall. He was deep inside her at the first thrust, his hands holding her firmly around her waist. He pushed her higher up the wall, his hands sliding from her waist to her hips, warm against her thighs, his fingers invading the soft flesh of her labia, opening her wider.
He slid out slightly. Thrust in again, his thumbs pressing down on her sensitive flesh in tandem with the glide of his thick penis.
“Ohhhh!” Amber felt all her strength leave her as molten hot pleasure shot up through her system. Her hands fell away from his shoulders as he rocked into her again and again, relentless in his assault, teasing the sensitive flesh around her clitoris. As he brought her higher and higher, he felt impossibly bigger. She wrapped her legs as tight as she could, holding on for dear life, as he thrust hard inside her and trapped her against the wall.
She heard another rip. He had torn off the front of her shirt. His head bent and she felt the brush of his hair against her cheek and caught his earthy masculine scent as he took her right nipple into his mouth and bit gently.
Amber gave a cry, jerking forward. He was so deep inside her now. His mouth on her breast. One hand massaging the other nipple. His other hand still on her hip, moving in slow sensual circles, making her whimper every time he stopped. His hips undulating hard as he flexed inside her.
His teeth caught her nipple again and she heard soft cries escaping her lips as she started coming, her whole body uncontrollably shuddering with a white-hot pleasure she had never felt before.
When she opened her eyes, she was on her back on the floor. She couldn’t remember how she had gotten there. He looked so big from this angle. His golden eyes gleamed down at her as she stared up, her breath still hitching. She heard more than felt the rest of her pants being torn.
“Second position,” he said, “except I think this time I want the taste of you in me instead of some drug.”
Before her mind grasped his meaning, he had pulled out and his mouth was already between her legs, his tongue exactly where it should be. She reached out in helpless wonder as he opened her wider for his feasting. His rough stubble scraped the inside of her thighs as his tongue did things she hadn’t thought possible. His hands caressed her exposed tummy, the pads of his fingers finding every erogenous spot. Stretching down, she shaped his dark head between her hands, urging him to go faster. She gave a strangled cry when he scraped his teeth against the soft flesh, a gentle warning of his current mood, that he was doing the taking.
And he was taking his time as his tongue slowed to a frustrating glide, pushing her to the limits, only to flutter back down. Release. So close…. She urgently reached down again, then stopped when his mouth lifted away from that so important place.
“I didn’t touch you while you looked at my body,” he whispered. “You aren’t allowed right now.”
“I didn’t touch your body!” Amber managed to gasp out.
“How would I know? I was out.” His tongue teased her in between sentences. “You could have been licking me all over.”
“But…I…didn’t.” He had taken command of all her senses. She couldn’t think about anything but what he was doing to her.
“Don’t believe you.” He bit her thigh, then ran his tongue tantalizingly closer to where she really wanted him to lick. She groaned when he paused. “I had a hard-on then, you know. I didn’t have one when I woke up. Did you do this? Or this?” He jerked away from her desperate hands. “No touching, or I stop.”
Amber clawed at the carpet in desperation, using her legs to push her hips upward. Into his face. There. She groaned again when he just softly kissed her, somehow adding to the torment. She pushed up even higher, demanding more pressure. He peered up at her, his eyes glinting with deviltry, knowing what she wanted.
“Was this what you did the other night, getting yourself all excited while I was on top of you?” His hands went under her hips and she gasped as he cupped her bottom roughly. “I remember those legs wrapped around me tightly before I fell on top of you. You couldn’t have moved without feeling some pleasure, honey.”
His head dipped and he demonstrated what he meant. Amber squeezed the soft tufts of carpet on each side of her as his tongue and mouth kneaded her sensitive nub with the skill of a master at work at his craft. His fingers slid inside her deeply, even as his busy tongue imitated the upward movement, an arc of heat rising from her loins all the way into her chest.
Amber could hear herself starting to beg for release, stopped herself, then, unable to stand it any longer, started again as those fingers and lips and tongue continued their intimate massage, moving in and out, over and downward. Half-formed words mingled with little gasps as she strained against his mouth, the heated pressure building into a kaleidoscope of sensation.
Without warning, he jammed his tongue hard against her core. Amber’s mouth opened, a silent scream forming as the first orgasmic wave locked all her muscles. He pushed her legs higher with his shoulders and his tongue delved deeper into her, as if he could drink her whole soul as she gave herself.
Hawk McMillan, Amber was discovering, knew a lot of different ways to make a woman weak in the knees.
She was melting hot in his mouth, coming apart with the sweetest sounds to his ears. He had been hungry for this—a woman in the throes of real passion, letting him pleasure her any way he wanted. A real woman to make love to.
That was what Hawk wanted. He couldn’t explain the tension pulling like an arrow stretched on a bow inside him. All he knew was that he needed a release, something that would take away the hurt inside. His control was at breaking point. If he didn’t do something, he would kill Dilaver and his men. In the darkest hour, between anger and loathing, Amber had called to him. And he wanted to be with her.
It was so good to hear a woman scream in pleasure, rather than in fear. Hawk had missed having a woman with whom he could have the kind of sex he enjoyed—a little rough, a little kinky, and a lot foreplay. He had found her. He wasn’t going to relinquish her for a long while.
Her thighs clamped around his neck and he forced them apart again with his shoulders, straightening her legs so she couldn’t use her strength. “Did you look at me like I’m looking at you now?” he murmured. She was wet and swollen, pink and aroused, and damn tempting. “Did you touch me, feel how hard I was?”
Eyes closed, she shook her head restlessly and trembled when he touched her gently with a finger. He wanted her to come again. He needed to see her hot for him, moaning in pleasure. Part of him was taking an insane delight in exacting revenge for the way she had attacked him that first night; part of him was ridiculously happy to have a willing and satiated woman in his care. The coiled tension that had been growing inside him the last few days pulled at him still—
