Page 77 of Possess Me

They were shoved aside.

Desire prevailing.

He gathered me into his arms, never breaking the intimate moment. As he explored my mouth, he took long strides from the kitchen toward the bathroom. The solid thud of his shoes matched the rapid beating of my heart.

Only when he was inside the bathroom did he break the kiss. We were both breathless and the way his eyes penetrated mine was something I would never forget.

“Bella. Come closer.”

The corners of his mouth upturned when I called her. Very slowly, he lowered me to the floor. Now those same penetrating eyes that had mesmerized me before were darker, full of hunger. He was right. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

When he removed his weapon, I should feel the same sense of fear as before, but the truth was that I’d never felt so safe. He gingerly placed the weapon on the back of the counter.

“How many men have you killed?” I had no idea why I’d asked the question.

“Enough.”

I ripped at his jacket, yanking it over his shoulders, but he pitched it aside, both of us laughing as soon as he did.

When I kicked off my waterlogged shoes, the hard thump as they landed against the wall brought another round of laughter.

Woof. Woof.

We both tipped our heads and I think he was the most surprised when Bella curled up on his jacket. Her little eyes had closed, perfectly content. Why couldn’t I feel the same?

When we looked at each other again, there was a strange moment shared between us where nothing needed to be said. As if this was entirely, perfectly normal.

Then we began to rip off each other’s clothes. I yanked at his tie, laughing when I couldn’t get it off fast enough. He unbuttoned his shirt at the sleeves while I quickly unfastened the front.

Frustrated, he yanked it off from the back of his neck, taking the time to jerk the tie free. I could tell by the look in his eyes he had something filthy in mind.

He ripped at my shirt, literally tearing the material before managing to get it over my head. The rest was a complete blur as hunger destroyed everything else. Every rational thought. Every concern. We were nothing but animals.

In heat.

In need.

When we were completely naked, he took a deep breath and the way his nostrils flared as he swept a slow and easy gaze all the way to the floor created waves of tingles. I pressed my palms against his chest, kneading his muscles with my fingers.

As he sucked in his breath, he cupped the side of my face, gently rolling his thumb back and forth across my cheek. His touch was so possessive yet caring, his desire evident in his heated expression.

“You are one amazing woman.”

I had no idea what was so amazing about me. But the statement brought a smile. I crawled one hand down his chest, taking my time while never allowing my eyes to leave his. The moment I raked my fingernail across his sensitive slit, he cocked his head, growling.

“Are you trying to be all alpha male on me?” I asked.

“Not trying to do anything. I am an alpha male.” He’d changed his voice to the one he’d used when reading the story. I’d loved every minute of him doing so, being playful when I’d thought there wasn’t a chance he could be. But I had to admit the real thing was much better.

As I wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking several times, he did nothing more than caress my face. But I knew he was losing patience as his chest rose and fell and the pulse thrummed in the side of his neck.

With a short laugh, I slowly eased my hand to his balls, rolling them between my fingers.

“Be careful, little girl. I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again. Iama dangerous man.”

The emphasis made me laugh. He thought he was so tough. We’d see about that.

“Exactly what I prefer and I’ve never careful.” I dropped to my knees, half expecting him to stop me. He always had to be in charge. In his business life and in sex.