Page 11 of Forbidden Confessions, Volume 2 (The Forbidden Volumes #1)

“ T he few exes I have are all friends, but I don’t really have a type.” I lick my suddenly dry lips, heart chugging when his gaze follows the gesture. “Or I didn’t until you.”

Rand doesn’t respond, just stares into my eyes, then down at my painted red lips. His breaths turn rougher. My skin pings with electricity. I blink back at him, willing him to say or do something.

I’ve never felt as vulnerable as I do right now.

“What are you thinking?” I whisper.

“Things that would probably scare the hell out of you.”

My heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”

“I’m compiling a list of everything I’m dying to do to you. It’s long, detailed, and filthy.”

My pussy clenches. A whimper escapes my throat. “Please.”

He moves like lightning, plucking me from the bench and settling me astride his lap. The full cup of my wine sloshes over the rim and onto my white tank. The soaked shirt sticks to my skin, and I don’t care. Neither does he.

The cup falls from my grasp and I wrap my arms around his neck. He grabs my nape and hauls me closer, branding my lips with his in a fiery kiss that sizzles every inch of my body.

Rand isn’t content. His fingers on my neck tighten as he slants his mouth and nudges mine open before plunging inside, deep and possessive. He masters me in that instant, and I fear I’ll never crave another man’s kiss the way I do his.

It’s electrifying and terrifying—but there’s no going back.

I pull back just enough to breathe. “I’ve wanted this since the moment we met.”

“Thank fuck,” he growls against my lips. “I’ve been trying to stay professional—and going out of my mind wanting you—since you tucked that lipstick between your breasts.”

Rand wraps his arms around my waist, clutching me tighter. When he’s eliminated every sliver of space between us, he barges deeper into my mouth, stealing more of my soul.

I can’t breathe and I can’t think—and I don’t care. I’ve never felt as alive as I do right this moment.

But I need more.

Another whimper escapes my throat as I writhe on his lap. There’s no way I can miss how solid and strong he is—and how thick and steely he feels between my legs as I work myself against his cock. My pussy aches. My clit burns. My unsatisfied body is on fire.

I tear my lips away. “What are you doing to me?”

“Everything you’ll let me,” he pants as his gaze falls to my tank. “Starting with sucking on those pretty fucking nipples.”

That’s all the warning I get before he lifts me to my knees, aligns my crests with his waiting mouth, then fastens on to one—cotton and all—drawing it deep, before sliding to the other, as if he can’t taste enough of me.

He sucks on my tank-clad tips long, strong, and deep.

Sensations explode between my legs. What he’s doing to me…

it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

We’re still fully clothed, and he’s barely had his hands on me for two minutes.

My body is already weeping for the satisfaction I’m convinced only he can give me.

“Rand.” I cling to his shoulders, tossing my head back and arching to offer him my breasts.

“That’s a good girl, honey. Give them to me.” He switches to the other, feasting until I’m damn near out of my mind. Then he eases back with a teasing lick. “Get rid of the shirt and show me what’s mine.”

Maybe I should worry about his possessive demand. But I’m greedy. I’m needy. His words only work me up more.

I drop one strap of the tank, then the other, and shove the garment down to my waist. My bare breasts bob in his face, inches from his lips. He stares at them, then looks up at me.

A wide, suggestive smile beams across his face as he cups my flesh and leans in. “Fuck yes.”

His hot exhalation spreads across my skin, making me shudder. But that’s nothing compared to the furnace of his mouth enveloping my nipple and dragging it into its hot depths.

Fresh desire scalds my veins. The lust I’ve been trying not to give in to since the moment I laid eyes on him overtakes my good sense.

I don’t care that there are revelers at the shore who might hear us.

I don’t care that people are boating on the lake who might guess what we’re up to.

I can’t think beyond Rand and his arms banded tightly around me while we’re sheltered in the cocoon of our closeness by the giant branches and swaying leaves of the stately oaks.

We’re wrapped together in our own world, in this moment seemingly made just for the two of us.

His touch is demanding, but he’s holding back.

Desperate for him to simply take everything he wants as he takes me, I dig my fingers into his shoulders, breaths harsh and rapid. “More. Now. Please.”

He licks his way up the side of my breast, nips at my shoulder, then settles his lips against my ear. “I’m trying to take this slow and gentle, but you sound so pretty begging?—”

“I don’t need gentle. I just need you.”

“Be sure, honey. If you say yes, I’ll fuck you ruthlessly and hard. And I won’t stop.”

His words alone make my knees weak. “Hurry!”

He hesitates a split second, then sets me on my feet. Before I know what’s happening, he rips his T-shirt over his head. His tank follows, and I get my first glimpse of his bare torso.

The darkening shadows of dusk outline his thick neck, wide shoulders, and bulging pectorals.

Distended veins rise from his beefy arms and big hands.

His eight-pack is deeply delineated, emphasizing the notches above his hips protruding over the waistband of his jeans. He drips strength. He oozes vitality.

My eyes bulge. I’m literally speechless. But that’s okay. Why waste time talking?

I lunge at him, wanting my hands and mouth on him.

He grabs my shoulders to stop me. “Stand.”

Now? I’ve never wanted to touch anything or anyone more in my life. “In a minute. Please. Just let me…”

His grip on my shoulders turns firmer. “Later. Right now, you get to make one choice: Do you want me to fuck you or spank you first?”

I search his face. He’s not kidding.

Excitement whirls in my belly. “Um…”

“Can’t decide, can you?” A sly smile curls up his mouth. “I figured you for a dirty girl.”

Then he yanks my tight, stretchy shorts down to my ankles, hauls me face down across his lap, and pins me in place with a huge palm sprawled across my back.

“Rand?”

“Spanking it is. You’ll have to be quiet or the neighbors will hear.”

I struggle to bite my lip and keep my pleading in, but need muddles me too much for silence.

Before I know it, his free hand whooshes down with a hard slap on my backside.

It hurts like hell, but I swallow my yelp to protect our privacy.

The neighbors running to my “rescue” would only end in disaster and scandal.

Then Rand rubs his palm over the flaring heat, pressing it back into my flesh.

The sting blooms into heat that spreads through my entire body.

When he soothes my bare, burning flesh with his rough palm, pressing the heat deeper, lightning flares straight to my pussy.

Suddenly, I’m more alive, more aroused—and more wet.

“Oh, my god,” I gasp out, my pussy already slick with need.

“Ever been spanked?”

“No.” The word comes out breathless.

Without warning or mercy, he slides his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy in his big palm, rubbing me as if he owns me. He finds me embarrassingly wet. “You like being over my knee, don’t you?”

I can’t deny it—not when I'm grinding shamelessly against his hand, desperate for more contact. “Yes.”

“That’s my good, dirty girl.”

The satisfaction in his words seeps into my blood, making my desire burn hotter. Warmth that has nothing to do with the sting on my skin floods me. I’ve never needed anyone’s approval, but hearing it from him feels like everything.

Then he turns up the flames even more by landing a quick succession of alternating blows on each cheek. I nearly lose my mind. My skin feels tight. My pussy throbs. I want to put my hands and mouth all over him.

He leans in. “I’m going to give you two more.”

“Why?” Not that I’m upset.

“Well, I could tell you that one swat is for the pleasure you gave yourself earlier today that was mine to give you, and the other is because you lied about it.”

“How did you know?”

“Oh, honey, I heard you. Next time your pussy aches, come to me. I’ll take care of it.”

Will there be a next time? If I want him to put out this fire he started, now isn’t the time to ask. “All right.”

“Good. So I’ll be honest and tell you I’m adding two more because your pretty, pert ass has taunted me all afternoon and I can’t wait to spank it more.”

He smacks each cheek once, then seals the heat in with another pressing stroke of his palm, groaning in obvious satisfaction. “Even in this light, you look sweet and rosy.”

Knowing he’s pleased arouses me even more, but I don’t have time to bask in the moment before he rips the spandex shorts from around my ankles and tosses them aside.

In one smooth motion, he sets me on my feet again, rips open his fly, and reaches into his pocket.

After a quick rip of the square foil between his teeth, he sheathes himself, lifts me up to straddle his lap again, aligning his crest with my burning, clenching opening.

“Look at me.”

His stare is so intense, I can’t look anywhere else. “Yes.”

“Mine.” He grabs my hips, eyes impossibly dark, and pulls me down as he surges up, stretching me wide around his thick length and joining us together.

I’ve never belonged to anyone before, but the way he says it—like a vow, like a promise—makes me want to be his completely.

But the burn of him inside me is…beyond. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with, and I feel every ridge and vein as he forces his way deeper. “Oh god, Rand!”

“Fuck, you take my cock so perfectly,” he pants against my ear. “Like you were made for me.”

I’m so full of him that I can barely breathe. My inner walls struggle to accommodate him. When I try to lift up to ease the intense stretch, his grip tightens, holding me in place.

“Yes, honey. All of it,” he commands roughly. “Take every fucking inch.”

The dominance in his voice, the way he’s completely controlling my movements, sends fresh arousal flooding through me. I sink down further, taking him to the hilt with a broken moan.

“Perfect,” he groans. “Now ride me like you mean it.”

Then his cock juts somehow deeper into my body, and I swear I feel him all the way to my soul. “Yes!”