Page 46 of No Shot (The Toronto Tundra #2)

I push down my internal hesitation, purely fear-based, and take a breath. “ My boyfriend.”

His entire face lights up, head dropping down to my shoulder. “ Mine,” he breaths into my neck, sucking on the sensitive spot below my ear that makes me moan. “ You have five seconds to get on the bed, before I carry you up there.”

“ I don ’ t have to listen to you,” I oppose. Damn it, I don ’ t even now why I do it. I ’ m desperate to be with him, but I just have to be a sassy. It ’ s my nature.

“ Five,” his low, warning voice shoots a wave of need straight to my center.

I giggle, but cross my arms in front of me.

“ Four,” he warns again, levelling me with a serious stare. Oh fuck.

I take off running in a fit of giggles, hearing the swoosh of him trailing closely behind me as I take the stairs two at a time. Not surprisingly, he lands on the top step at the same time I do, his legs easily keeping up with me.

Penn ’ s arms wrap around me in a bear hug, and he leads us tumbling down onto the bed.

I squeal, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

His arms tighten around me, and he growls—literally growls, a deep, rugged sound—right into my ear.

Did I expect to be into the whole predator-prey thing? Nope. Am I? Abso-fucking-lutely.

An excited shiver runs through me when I feel his warm breath over my shoulder as I wait for him to pounce.

I ’ m tingly, every inch of my body alight with anticipation.

I roll my hips back, rubbing against the hard press of his erection.

With one arm still wrapped around my chest, his other hand grips my throat, pulling me even closer to him.

“ How should I take you, hmm?” I squirm, my entire body aching for him.

“ Anyway you want,” I whisper, breathlessly.

I feel his smile against my skin. “ I want you to show me that gift I bought you.”

My eyes flutter shut, trying to piece what he ’ s saying through the throbbing need growing in my core. “ What?”

“ The toy I bought just for you. The one you teased me with. Show me how you take that in your perfect little pussy. I know you ’ ve tried it…”

He ’ s right. Curiosity got the better of me, and I had to.

Memories of the delicious experience come back to me, and I scramble out of his grip, off the bed, and reach into my bedside drawer.

I pull it out, tossing it next to him, along with a condom.

Wishful thinking, maybe, but I really want to feel him tonight too, even if we play before then.

Penn ’ s arms open wide, his usual inviting smile on his face. “ Get back over here.” I climb onto the bed, snuggling back into the safety of his embrace.

The dildo whirs to life, sounding more like heavy machinery than a sex toy, and my body tenses, waiting. He lets the vibrations tease me, slowly rubbing the edge over my nipples in small, intentional circles. He continues dragging the toy down the center of my stomach and across my pelvic bone.

I ’ m practically panting by the time he makes it to where I want to feel it most. I cry out in relief, turning my head into his shoulder when he finally rests it on my clit. I rock back into his firm body.

“Thatta girl. Feels good, doesn ’ t it?”

Words. Words are hard right now. I ’ m feeling him all around me; it ’ s overwhelming in the best way.

I nod my head frantically. His arm moves up to wrap across my chest, pinning me in place.

I grip onto his forearm with both of my hands, fully relinquishing control to him.

He ’ s going to take care of me, I know it.

“ What a good fucking girl you are,” he praises, his breath tickling my neck, clearly noticing my submission. He proceeds to turn up the vibration a level, much to my pleasure.

I whimper when he pulls the toy off me for a moment.

There ’ s a crinkle behind me, but before I have time to process the disappointment from the lack of contact, the vibration returns to my clit, and my whole body jerks.

It ’ s such an intense sensation, building me up faster than anything I ’ ve ever experienced.

My eyes shut as I settle into the stimulation before I start to feel Penn nudging at my entrance.

The firm pressure amplifies everything, and I crave more immediately.

Moving my hips down, I try to take more of him.

“ Greedy girl.” His teeth graze across the column of my neck, at the same time, he notches all the way inside me. The stretch is delicious, and I squeeze his forearm like my life depends on it.

He eases out slowly, then back in, coating every inch of him. The steady rhythm only adds fuel. I ’ m weak, fully in his control, and it ’ s blowing my mind. I ’ m building up so fast, ready to combust any second now. No . I want more of him first—I ’ m not ready to fall over the edge yet.

“ Please, Penn,” I beg. “ More. Faster. Fuck me faster.” I missed him. I missed us. I want to feel him. Let him play with me all he wants.

“ Shit,” he mumbles, quickening his pace. “ I ’ m going to bust if you keep this up. You ’ re too fucking tight at this angle.”

Yes . There ’ s nothing I want more right now.

“ You want to come on my cock, or do you want this inside of you?”

I don ’ t fully register the question until he removes the vibration, easing out of me. “ Stop teasing,” I whine.

“ I asked you a question, Bridgette. Answer me.” His voice is far more composed than mine.

“ On your—” I swallow, trying hard to get the words out as he returns the vibration to my core. “ I want to come on your cock. Please, Penn.”

“ Fuck, Bridgette.” His pace quickens again, breath hot against my neck, every brush of air setting my nerves alight. “ How are you so perfect?”

“ I-I ’ m not,” I try to oppose, though it barely comes out.

“ Lies. I ’ m obsessed with you. I haven ’ t stopped thinking about you for a second. How perfect you feel. How much I like being around you. How incredible you are.”

Hearing those words winds me up even more. The sensation is too much, mentally and physically stimulated, I can ’ t hold back any longer.

“ Penn, Penn. Fuck, I—”

He turns up the vibration again, and I crumble into a pile of gasps and moans, sinking against Penn ’ s body. Two more thrusts, and he ’ s right there with me, whispering again about how amazing I am.

We catch our breaths together, but he flips me over so we ’ re face to face, his hand tucking my hair behind my ear. A rumble rips out of his stomach, loud enough for me to hear.

I smile. “ Hungry?”

“ Always,” he admits sheepishly.

“ I ’ m making margherita pizza. Made the dough this morning.”

He blinks at me, his expression perplexed.

“ What?” I ask.

“ You ’ re too perfect. This feels like a dream.”

I start to open my mouth, but he stops me.

“ If it is, promise you won ’ t wake me up?” He holds his pinky up to me.

“ Promise.”

He seems content with my reply. “ I want you to meet my parents.”

He says it so matter-of-factly, like that ’ s not a huge step in our one-hour-old relationship.

“ What?” I ask, still taken aback.

“ They ’ re coming up in a few weeks. They want to meet you.” He sits up on the bed, leaning against the headboard and pulling me again against his chest.

“ They know about me?” How? Why?

He rubs the back of his neck. “ Yeah… well, Jack is a bit of a blabbermouth…” I look at him, still confused. From what I know about Jack, he seems quite quiet, not the blabbing type. “—Anddd, I may have brought you up a few times…”

There we go. Now that I can believe. “ Okay, fine.” He raises his hands up in defense. “I ’ ve accidentally brought you up a lot. So will you come?”

My heart starts beating in my chest, dread already sinking in. When I look in his eyes, filled with so much hope, I find myself nodding my head. His face lights up as he kisses my forehead.

Why do I feel so nervous?