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He grabbed the piece of meat and put it on the table. “I’m fine.”
Something inside her twisted. He’d looked away. He was lying to her. She swallowed the lump of frustration in her throat. “I appreciate your perpetual economy of words, but now is the time to talk, Troy.”
“Talk about what? Conor is a weasel. He had his bodyguard take a swing at me to make a point, and I should have just taken it, but after a while, I roughed him up too.”
“Roughed him up how?” Shit. She erased the distance between them, her fingers curling into a ball. “You were supposed to fix things, not to make the situation worse.”
He touched his chin. “I handled it.” He stood. “Anyway don’t worry. Tell your brother to wait until the dust settles then he can come back.”
“My brother,” she said in a low voice.
Warmth fluttered in her chest. He downplayed the altercation with Conor, her gut told her. He’d been beaten and didn’t make a big deal. Troy could have made her feel like shit, guilty, by saying he’d done it all because of her and her brother’s mess. But no, he acted all tough and even made a point to tell her Miguel would be fine in the end.
She inched closer to him until she could push in his scent. He wasn’t the heartless jerk he painted himself to be. He was… She touched his chest, making an effort to not caress his bruises. His skin was probably tender in those areas, and she didn’t want to inflict more pain.
He tipped up her chin, his eyes finding hers and holding her captive. The depths of his blue irises spoke of confusion. “If you’re going to kiss me and run like the other times, don’t bother,” he said, undercurrents of resentment traveling in his rich deep voice.
A sense of empowerment coursed through her. She could say no. She could say yes. He would be fine either way, but his expression was serious. Skeptical. Concerned. Another wave of arousal washed through her, rippling all the way to her sex.
He talked like her rejection would break him. What he didn’t know was that stopping right now would break her.
She cleared her throat and felt the maddening pulse at the base. She had dozens of reasons not to sleep with him, but the one reason to sleep with him surpassed all others. Desire whispered beneath her skin and pounded in her bloodstream.
“Do I look like I’m running?”
She pulled his head to her, and the moment her lips caressed his, a current of lust sent her hormones into a non-stopping overdrive. He claimed her mouth, thrusting his tongue and lowering his hand down to her ass, which he cupped. She gasped, so soon yet already overwhelmed.
He kneaded her ass, massaging it, while he teased her mouth with small kisses then when she thought he’d disengage from her, big ones. Passion drenched in her blood like red wine. Never in her life had she felt this aroused… never.
He lifted her to the table, pushing the objects atop, which fell to the ground. She sat on it, and his hands perused over her body, up and down, until he held both sides of her buttoned blouse and ripped it apart. The whooshing sound of the fabric shredding raised the little hairs on her neck. He reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, and soon her breasts spilled into view, fuller and more tingly than ever.
He removed her pants and underwear, leaving her naked and exposed. Then, he coaxed her to fall back on the table, leaning on her, his mouth still hungry for hers. She ran her fingers into his textured hair, bucking her body into his, restless. While he ravished her mouth, he slid his hand down her body until he found her pussy.
Swiftly, he thrust three fingers inside her wet heat, and a ripple of pleasure shot from her clit to the rest of her body. He continued the torture, driving his fingers in and out of her, then disengaged his mouth from hers and planted open mouthed kisses from her neck to her breasts.
When she felt his breath blowing over her already painfully tight nipple, she moaned. This—
“Delicious,” he said, lapping at her taut bud, his tongue savoring her. She rocked her hips into his hand as he kept licking her breast, then switched to the other, alternating between licking and nipping and sending shivers down her body.
When little dots took over her field of vision and she thought she was close to coming, he withdrew his fingers from her, pulled her to the very edge of the table. She was about to prop herself on her elbows and wonder what his plan was when she heard the zipper of his pants and the sound of them hitting the tiled floor.
Growling, he rubbed the thick head of his cock at her entrance. Her gaze collided with his, and a shudder went through her. “Troy,” she hissed.
In response, he brushed her folds with his cock, each time a surge of pure electricity arrowing to her core. At last, he thrust himself inside her, and she let out a long-winded moan. Her walls clung to him, her sex adjusting to his generous size and thick girth. She felt him pulsate between her legs, which he swung over his shoulder.
He stared at her, the sinful intensity in his eyes sending her head on a spin.
She wished she could look away, but she couldn’t. He slid out a bit then returned with full force, just when she’d barely gotten used to him. She parted her lips, but no words came out—only sounds. Hushed moans. Shallow breaths.
The position he’d chosen, with her legs stretched on his shoulders, made each thrust even deeper. Harder. He kissed her ankle, still looking at her, with a predatory half-smile on his face.
He knew what he was doing to her. This was payback for the other times when they didn’t go all the way. Now, she knew he’d take her to a place she had no idea if she’d ever return from.
“God. Troy…”
She inhaled, trying to focus, trying to keep it together, but as he pummeled into her, her body turned into one throbbing knot of tension. Then, it released, and a wave of pleasure washed over her, her limbs quivering, her throat dry.
She was still recovering from the overwhelming sensations in her body and her head, when he lowered her legs until her feet touched the edge of the table. Her sex was in full exposure to him, in a way that brought warmth to her cheeks.
