Page 53 of Too Guarded to Love

He dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers in her waistband. “Quiet, baby. If you want to beg me to take these jeans off, a moan will suffice.” With a jerk, he yanked her pants down to her ankles. “Christ, you’re wet.” He ran a finger over her silky panties. The geometric pattern of jewel-toned blues and greens looked like a mermaid’s tail.

She shivered and pressed her core into his hand.

“Now that’s the way to beg a man without words.” He didn’t try to keep the triumph out of his voice. He wasn’t sure when he’d decided to turn the tables on her, or when this had become a challenge to drive her as wild as she’d driven him, but he wasn’t turning back. “Hold on to the desk.”

She gripped the edge as he pulled off her boots, jeans, and panties. Her cooperation made him harder as he sat on his heels and stared at the beautiful mess before him. Tiny drops of blood stained her pretty pink jacket, wild curls framed her face, and her arm hung in a sling as dark as the desire in her eyes. “Your shoulder okay?”

She opened her mouth but closed it just as quickly, as if she thought better of speaking. Instead, she nodded in answer.

“Good.” He rose and hoisted her onto the desk. Only then did he let himself focus on her bare pussy. The back of his neck buzzed along with every other part of his body. Whatever electricity existed between them crackled like the lightning over the water when they’d met.

Fisting his hands at his sides, he locked his gaze with hers. The magnetism that pulled her to him snapped like a flag in the wind. She jolted like she’d felt it too. “Listen to me, Olivia. There will be nothing charming or flirty about what I’m going to do to you. You only speak if you can’t take the intensity. Understand?”

She nodded.

With her permission, he dropped to his knees again. The charge between them detonated as he dove in headfirst for his first forbidden taste that might destroy him.

Olivia bit the inside of her lip, but his name carried on a guttural moan anyway.

“Quiet.”

The command rumbled from his throat, his mouth inches from the pulsing spot she ached for him to touch as he grasped each of her knees and jerked them apart. Gripping her hips, he slid her to the edge of the desk and against his mouth.

The connection between them writhed like an electrified wire. She half screamed, half moaned as his tongue charged at her clit. Her desperate, animalistic sounds intensified with each fingertip he pressed into her thighs. She didn’t notice which hand gripped her tighter, but the contrast of warm flesh on one side and cool steel on the other, both full of raw, carnal power, assaulted her like a well-trained stallion taking the bit—smooth, controlled, and aching to run.

Maybe she wasn’t above begging. Every part of her body, from her lips to her breasts and down to places so deep inside nobody had ever tapped, reeled from the onslaught and cried for his touch.

Growling her name, he shoved her legs wider and licked from the top of her slit down and back up again. Her muscles screamed as she shuddered against his mouth, the pleasure so intense a piece of sanity slipped away with each lap of his tongue.

She let go of the desk and reached for him.

He grabbed her wrist. “I said hold on.”

Dear Lord, only he could make an order she’d normally bristle at sound so charming. She gripped the table harder. Moisture glistened on his chin as she tilted her hips and a desperate sound purred from her throat.

“Good girl.” He dove back in and rewarded her pleas.

“Nic. Dear freaking God…” The first time he’d buried his face between her legs moments ago was an opening act compared to this main attraction. He didn’t relent. He sucked and licked in all the right spots, driving her higher and higher. There was no teasing. No playful edge. Nothing charming or smooth, but the wet, filthy sounds of his mouth lapping and sucking her pussy and her moans urging him for more.

Taking his time, as if the world above wasn’t coming at them with guns and bombs, he used his tongue to mark her from the inside out. Like the car in the garage, he ignited a slow burn he controlled with just his mouth and appreciative moans that hummed inside her. And like a charmer, he coaxed every incoherent plea.

Every spasm of her ignited muscles.

Every mark her fingernails left on the wooden desk.

He’d warned her about the intensity. Demanded she be silent just like she’d done to him at the beach.

Devious, sexy bastard.

He’d claimed he wasn’t a slick Casanova who tried his damnedest with the ladies, but he was going at her with everything he had. Wasn’t she the luckiest girl in the world to be the one Nic Romero put his all into? Right now, he needed to put something else into her before the most intense, almost painful pleasure she’d ever experienced drove her to madness and drowned her in sweet, satisfied oblivion. She needed her strength and sense for when it was her turn to make him this obsessed.

This undone.

To make him beg, but for now, she was the beggar and didn’t mind one bit. “Permission to speak.”

He lifted his head and stood. “Denied, baby. Only begging under my command.”

His sultry words and the way he said “baby” with that damn accent yanked a whimper from her throat.