Page 45 of Claim Me

“I’m not sleepy and you can’t tell me what to do.” Her tone was playful, but the fire in her eyes was anything but.

My sigh was deep and labored. “You’re right. Except you will follow what I tell you about your safety. Period.” Would there always be tension between us? Likely so.

“Fine,” she huffed. “How sad for anyone to find the need to remain armed even locked away in a house in the middle of a quaint suburb. This is one of the safest places in the city.”

Without thinking, I rolled my finger down from her forehead to the bridge of her nose, taking my time to encircle her lips. How crazy that I’d never felt like sharing anything other than sexwith another woman. Sure, I’d had female friends before. One of them had been my study partner in college, yet neither of us had interest in the other. There’d been no physical chemistry.

I’d lost the desire to become close to anyone years before. Too dangerous. Too toxic.

With Marissa, the physical energy exploded between us, which was why I’d reminded myself more than once that the chemistry could be toxic.

“Nowhere is completely safe, Marissa. I assure you that monsters can crawl through tiny spaces, hunting like the predators they are.”

“Are you a predator?”

A laugh surfaced, likely one she couldn’t hear. “Yes.” Why lie to her? She’d find out soon enough.

A rumble of thunder accompanied my words, and her eyes opened wide. My God, I’d just terrified her. What the hell was wrong with me?

“Shit. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?” Hell, I even tried to sign, although I could only remember a few of the letters she’d taught me.

Her laughter filled the room. She pressed her hand against her mouth, her eyes twinkling so that tiny creases formed in the corners of both.

“What?”

“You should see your face. Do you know what you spelled when you signed?” She casually flicked the tip of her finger across my cockhead. Did she fucking know what she was doing to me?

“How the hell would I know?”

Her lovely face was pinched and she cocked her head, now stroking the same finger down the side of my throbbing dick to my balls. Fuck me, the woman was going to drive me into an early grave.

“You signed ‘I’m an asshole.’” She said the words slowly and suddenly her laughter stopped.

But not her eyes. They were lit up with such an intense fire my balls tightened. When she burst into laughter again, my entire body began to shake from the kind of hunger that refused to be denied. “You little…” I made a fist, shaking it in front of her.

She threw out her hand, wrapping her fingers around my fist. “It’s not nice to curse at a lady.”

“Who said I was nice?” Everything about her drove me crazy. The moment of control I was so desperately seeking was shot to shit.

I pushed her down, wrapping my hands around her wrists as I shifted so part of my weight was pressed against her. She immediately struggled, which only boosted the raging desire I had. She was much stronger than she looked, able to roll me over, instantly straddling my body as I’d done with hers.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I was talking much louder than necessary, the deep rumble in my chest vibrating throughout every muscle.

“Taking what I want.” Her smile allowed me to see she could be a naughty little vixen. I didn’t object when she yanked one arm over my head then the other. Truthfully, I’d never had another woman attempt to take control. They expected I’d be thedominating one in the moment of passion because that’s what I required in all aspects of both my personal and professional life.

Yet I was enjoying the way she was able to let go.

Even if my cravings were becoming crazed, like some rabid dog.

I lay still, even though my cock was hard enough the tip was pressed against her slickened pussy lips. She was still glowing from our earlier adventure and her tousled hair gave her a wild look. Completely free. Completely at ease.

When I knew her to be reserved and uncertain.

She licked her lips, darting her head down and kissing mine before pulling away and laughing. “Who’s captured who?”

“Hmmm… A good question.” When I shifted my hips, she pushed down even harder.

“Don’t try and move. It won’t go well for you.”