Page 15 of Smokin’ Situation (Masked Men of Sage Springs #3)
“Oh God,” I panted as his hands gripped my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin. “Yes.”
His hands were everywhere, skating up my back, digging into my back, his large palm wrapping around one of my braids before he yanked me back down to him, taking possession of my mouth in a way I’d never experienced before.
He was rough in how he handled me, but I greedily rocked into every movement, taking all the anger and passion he poured into the kiss.
Gasping for breath as I pulled away, I dug my fingers into his hair, scraping his scalp while his eyes tracked my movements, no longer gripped with panic. He looked like a man possessed, dark blue eyes hooded as his grip on my braid tightened, tilting my head back as he stared at me.
“I’m sorry,” I panted, gasping as his hips thrust from beneath me.
“Be quiet,” he growled, forcing my head back while his grip on my waist tightened, pulling me forcefully against him. Even through the layers separating us, I could feel how hard he was beneath me, throbbing against the denim between my legs.
“But I—” I trailed off, my nails digging into the skin on the back of his neck when he pulled my hair hard, my neck arching backward.
“Shut the fuck up.” His voice was low and angry, and I worried that maybe I’d pushed this too far. Read him wrong. Acted too impulsively when I’d kissed him .
With strength I was surprised he had, he lifted me, standing and turning so my back was pressed against the wooden wall of the barn.
Bringing my fingers to the sides of his face, I rubbed my thumbs across his stubble, gripping the back of his neck as our chests heaved against each other. “Tripp, I…”
His eyes narrowed as he loomed over to me, his hips pinning me in place with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “I said, shut the… fuck …up, Rhey. Or should I call you Annie?”
Opening my mouth to apologize again, a low rumbling growl rose from his chest. He released my hip with one hand, reaching back to grab my hand, swinging it over his head and pinning it to the rough wood above mine.
“Don’t talk. Just… Just don’t,” he panted, interlacing his fingers with mine above my head and leaning in, ghosting his lips across mine. “No more words.”
“Kiss me again,” I breathed, arching my back and trying to lean into his touch, but he pushed in, pinning me to the wall. He leaned forward, his facial hair scraping my jaw as his teeth latched onto my earlobe, eliciting a gasp from me—part pain, part ecstasy.
“No,” he growled in my ear, scraping his teeth down the side of my neck as his hips rocked forward. “I’m so fucking mad at you.”
“I’m sor…”
His teeth clamped down on my collarbone, scraping the sensitive skin as I gripped his shoulder, digging in my nails until he gasped.
His lips and tongue soothed where he’d bitten me, leaving a scorching trail up the side of my neck until his lips hovered millimeters from mine again, his eyes no longer clouded.
He stared down at me with an intensity I feared might be more anger than arousal. “Stop fucking apologizing.”
“I…”
He swallowed the words, his lips punishing as he kissed me, teeth scraping my bottom lip before he sucked and bit down, pulling back as my neck arched against the rough wood behind my head.
“I’m allowed to be fucking angry with you. What you did… ”
“Was stupid, I know,” I whimpered, panting as his hips thrust forward, rocking into me in a way that sent my pulse racing.
“So, fucking reckless. You’re lucky I found you,” he panted, pressing his hips forward and using them to support my weight as his hand disappeared between us, frantically unbuttoning my shorts.
His rough fingertips disappeared beneath the fabric, pressing lower until they reached where I was wet and aching for his touch.
“Oh God.” My voice was a whimpered gasp as he circled my clit briefly before slipping lower and pressing inside, forcing our joined hands hard into the wood above my head before his lips descended on mine again.
He wasn’t gentle as he touched me, punishing me with rough thrusts of his fingers as I gasped into his mouth, the tables reversed as I had trouble drawing in breaths between harsh kisses.
“Give it to me,” he panted against my lips, voice low and commanding as he fucked me roughly, his hips chasing the movements of his hand. “I need to feel you fall apart.”
If it weren’t for the fact that I barely knew this man, I would have begged him to fuck me with something other than his fingers, imagining what it’d feel like if he were inside me.
“I…”
He braced his forehead against mine, staring down at me as he curled his fingertips, making me gasp.
“That’s it, fuck my hand,” he growled, pressing harder, his harsh breaths fanning against my cheeks as I moaned, my eyes slipping closed. “No, don’t you close those eyes. Fucking look at me when I make you come.”
Blinking against the pleasure threatening to drag me under, I locked eyes with him, helpless as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. His dark gaze sent a thrill through me, and when his thumb pressed hard into my clit, I shattered against him, falling apart in his tight hold .
“Oh fuck, Tripp,” I moaned, arching my back and gasping as he continued the movements of his fingers, fucking me right through the orgasm like a man possessed.
“That’s right, milk my fingers,” he growled, leaning in and resting his lips against the side of my neck while he slowed his movements. “God, I love how hard you come.”
My heartbeat hammered in my chest as my eyes slipped closed, my fingers clenching his tightly as I found my way back to myself.
“I’m still mad at you,” he chuckled after a few moments, his lips pressed against the side of my neck, and I heaved in a deep breath, following suit with an exhausted giggle. “But I’m so fucking glad you’re safe.”