Page 20 of No Shot (The Toronto Tundra #2)

Bri

The walk to the elevator is a quiet one. Neither of us speaks as we ride up to our floor, the energy crackling between us. He ’ s standing about as far from me as he can, gripping the handrail firmly as he leans against the mirrored wall.

I ’ m usually not opposed to silence, but this stretch only grows the intensity of the moment, and it ’ s driving me insane. I ’ m always in control. I take what I want. So why the hell am I standing in the corner like some timid schoolgirl?

“ So…” Penn awkwardly breaks the silence, glancing over ever so briefly. “ Big plans for the rest of the night?” Oh, for the love of… I ’ m not doing small talk right now.

“ I want to,” I admit, not daring to watch his reaction. I ’ ve officially shown my cards.

His body is in front of mine so quick, I barely have time to suck in a breath.

His hands bracket either side of my face, kissing me like I ’ m the last source of oxygen on the planet.

In an instant, he has me pinned against the elevator wall.

My thoughts are swirling as I struggle to regain control under his grip.

He tilts my head, putting me exactly where he wants me to deepen the kiss.

I open for him without processing, and he smiles against my lips, clearly pleased with my submission.

That simply won ’ t fucking do.

I push off against him, and Penn takes a step back. Now he ’ s the one blowing out a breath, trying to cool down. I appreciate his responsiveness to my cues. The way he respects the physical boundary that I just put between us is a turn-on, but that ’ s not what this is.

I want control.

I close the distance again, this time lacing my hand through the back of his hair, pulling him closer to me.

His dark eyes look amused at my bid for dominance.

He kisses me again, letting me lead for two more seconds before bending down and grabbing my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands land on my ass, cementing me to his hard length.

His nose nudges at my jaw, exposing my neck to him. His warm breath tickles against my sensitive skin as he sparks a path of goosebumps. I ’ m breathless already, desperate for more. My hands eagerly roam down his body.

“ Ah, ah, ah,” he whispers into my ear. “ Say I ’ m in charge.”

Absolutely not. I go to object, but he nips at my neck, sucking hard to mark me, and a moan slips out of my mouth. Traitor.

“ Say it, Bridgette.” I ’ ve never seen him so authoritative, his voice so commanding. It ’ s everything I didn ’ t expect him to be, and I hate that I like it so much.

“ I ’ m in charge,” I reply, smiling like the smartass I am.

“ Wrong answer.” He releases his hold on me, letting me slide down his body, and I ’ m already craving the connection again. His jaw tightens, eyes dark with focus as he rakes his gaze up my body. He shakes his head, the elevator dings, and I ’ m suddenly scooped up and slung over his shoulder.

“ Put. Me. Down.” I shout, pounding his ridiculously firm butt with my fists. His body shakes with laughter as he unlocks his apartment and marches me up the stairs to his room. Like a ragdoll, he tosses me onto his bed, closing the door behind us. His eyes burn as he watches me.

“ Where are we?” he asks, his voice low. What kind of game are we playing here?

“ Your room…” I reply, confusion floating in the air.

“ That ’ s right. My bedroom. Out there.” He points to the door. “ You call the shots.” He takes a step toward me—measured, deliberate. My pulse skips, heart picking up speed every inch he closes. “ In here, Bri? In here, I ’ m the boss.”

My breath catches.

Every nerve is on fire.

And I ’ m already drenched.

“ Anything you don ’ t like, you tell me. Yeah?”

“ I know what I like…”

“ Good. Then you ’ ll have no problem asking for it. What do you want?” He stops in place, waiting for my reply.

I can feel the heat creeping up my neck, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “ You.”

Ugh, Bri. You horny lil bitch.

“ Right answer,” he replies with a smirk, ripping off his shirt and climbing onto the bed so that he ’ s hovering over my body. “ You ’ re seriously stunning, you know that?” His words send a tingling rush down my spine.

I nod because, well, I already know that, but it ’ s still nice to hear. He smiles at my reply, and for the first time, I catch the subtle dimple on his left cheek that I ’ ve never noticed before.

He shifts his focus to my body, his expression turning puzzled. “ How the fuck do I get these off?” Penn asks, staring at the pleather leggings that cling to me like a second skin.

I hold in my laugh, starting to shimmie my hips, slowly attempting to drag them off. His impatience grows with every passing second, and two firm fists bunch the fabric on either side of my leg.

“ Absolutely not.” I narrow my eyes at him, but he just keeps smiling, determination in his eyes.

Rip.

Welp, there go my pants.

“ Asshole,” I grumble. “ You ’ re going to replace those. They ’ re my favor—fucck.” He ’ s pulled my thong to the side, tongue drawing slow circles on my clit. My hand reaches for his head, diving in to grasp his hair for control.

His pleased hum vibrates to my core. Penn plunges a finger in, coating me in my own wetness. I try to focus on words, anything, but I ’ m coming up short. Left with nothing but need and pure pleasure.

“ Take your shirt off,” Penn commands, and I do as I ’ m told.

Crap, I ’ m losing leverage here. When he spots my deep plunge, emerald green bralette, he freezes.

His head ping pongs between my bra and thong, lifting his body to get a better view, clearly noticing the matching set.

He drops his forehead to mine, whispering on my face. “ Damn. Did you wear this for me?”

“ No, I wore it for me.” I look amazing in it, the cups support me perfectly, giving an extra boost of cleavage, while the green compliments my pale skin. I love it.

His hands stroke my nipples over the fabric, shooting excitement through my body. My hips involuntarily rock, searching for friction.

“ Birth control?” he asks, unbuttoning his dress pants.

I nod. “ IUD.” Here it comes—the thrill on a guy’s face knowing he doesn’t really need extra protection, then the irritation when I still ask him to wear one. The worst, but unavoidable. I ’ m not about to risk my future for ten minutes of fun.

Before I even have a chance to ask, Penn reaches into a box on his bedside table, grabbing a condom. Oh? That ’ s new. He pulls down his pants, and I swear my eyes bulge at his… well, bulge. Geez, I ’ ve never seen it in the light, and holy hell, am I about to get wrecked. I love a challenge.

He lets his dick spring free, giving it a pump before sheathing it with the condom.

“ Don ’ t you want me to, uh, take care of you a little first?”

He gently grabs my hand, wrapping it around his girth. “ Does it feel like I need to be any more turned on right now?” Nope, no, it does not. “ Spread your legs for me. Let me see that glistening pussy.” I comply, because honestly, my willpower is wearing dangerously thin.

He lines up at my entrance, coating himself with me.

I watch with wrapt attention as he lifts his dick and drops it back down on my clit.

My core clenches in response, and I bite my lip, my eyes closing.

When he pushes into me, I gasp, like my body is devoid of any remaining space, oxygen included.

A hand comes to raise my chin, and my eyes open to his deep, brown ones staring into my soul.

It ’ s too personal. Too intimate, but I can ’ t look away.

“ You okay?”

I nod twice before he eases out. On a hiss, he pumps back in. “ Fuck, you ’ re so tight.”

Yeah, ‘ cus you ’ ve got a monster dick, buddy. My body tenses as it tries to adjust to accommodate him. He pulls out again, this time leaning forward to focus on kissing me.

It catches me by surprise and I relax at the respite.

It ’ s like he knew exactly what my body needed.

He tilts his hips so that he ’ s now grinding against me, the pressure of his dick teasing my clit.

With one hand planted firmly on my hip, fingers rubbing soothingly into my skin, his other hand snakes behind my back to unhook my bra.

Of fucking course he gets it on the first try.

As soon as the fabric is gone, he gets to work, sucking on one of my nipples while teasing the other with his fingers.

He keeps the same steady pace with his hips, his length sliding against me, and I ’ m fully at his will.

I don ’ t even know what to do. I can ’ t think, can ’ t process, and can only lie here, letting the pleasure build through every one of my senses.

“ Penn,” I barely cry out through ragged breaths.

“ Coming already?” The amused tone of his voice breaks me out of my lust haze.

I can ’ t let him win that easily. He senses my unwillingness to let go and smirks, like I ’ m egging him on.

Suddenly, he ’ s back inside me, stretching me so well I can ’ t help but feel every inch of him.

This time, the ache is replaced with pure need.

He finds the perfect rhythm, pulling my hips down on him to hit even deeper.

I shut my eyes again before he can see them roll.

“ Tell me how good my cock feels, Bridgette.” He ’ s pumping faster than before, a punishing pace that is building me up way faster than it should be.

“ It feels…” Mind-blowing. Earth-shattering. Life-changing. “ ... fine,” I add, not willing to feed into his already dangerously large ego.