Page 44 of The Vigilante's Lover

Mia doesn’t have to say that twice. I push away from the bed and shuck off my shoes as I unbuckle my belt. Mia is responsive and sensitive. Watching her orgasm never gets old.

But I know what lies ahead. I unzip my pants and watch her with unwavering attention. If she hesitates, I will drop back. Hold off. If I can.

Her eyes are not shy about following my boxers as they hit the floor. She has a quiet curiosity about her that threatens the tenuous control I’m barely hanging on to as it is.

She gets up on her knees and holds out her hands. I kick away the clothes and move closer to the bed.

Her hands want to explore me and it will be hard to just stand there and let her. She squeezes my shoulders and follows my arms to my elbows. Then across my belly and up my chest. I hold still, allowing her to take her time.

She glances down and takes her first timid hold on my erection. My jaw tics, fighting the urge to push her back on the bed and slam into her. The reach makes her breasts squeeze together into a tantalizing display. I reach out and slide a finger between them. Her breath catches.

Mia squeezes me and slides along the length. I clamp down all the raging desires and continue to trace lazy patterns across her body.

She concentrates on her task, moving more quickly but keeping her grip.

I hold on to her shoulders a moment, working the control, but the year in prison is weighing on me now and I’ve thought of this moment too many times to hold back any longer.

I have to be careful with her, and in one more minute, I won’t be able to.

I press her back on the bed. She lets go of me and leans against the pillows, eyes wide.

I tug the bedspread away so the sheets are beneath us. Mia’s face is less calm than it was before, her eyes filled with worry.

I plan to tell her, “We don’t have to do this,” and the words are on my lips. But my body isn’t going to obey, and I’m already settling over her. I settle for “It will be okay,” and a light kiss against her cheek.

“Do we need some sort of protection?” she asks.

“Reversible vasectomies are standard issue for male Vigilantes,” I tell her. “But if you’d like something for safety reasons, I’m equipped.”

She shakes her head. “No, I want to know what this feels like.”

Her arms come around my back in a vise grip. I brush the hair off her face. I know I need to get her a little more ready for this. She can’t be tense. I lower my mouth to that succulent breast and tease her nipple.

Then my hand goes down low where she is still wet and warm. I circle the hard little nub until she starts to relax, warm and supple below me again.

With as much subtlety as I can manage, I shift over her, keeping my hand in place. Her knees go around me again, and her eyes are closed.

She tenses a little when I first fit myself inside, but I just work the edges and she calms again.

I feel it when I bump against the barrier. It gives a little, but still resists. Mia’s brows draw together, and I know she senses this is about to happen. Her eyes are closed in concentration.

I lean down to kiss her until her lips are soft and pliant and she isn’t thinking about her concerns.

Then I swiftly press hard inside.

She gasps against me, every muscle tensing. I hold still a second. Gradually her body goes soft. “You all right?” I ask.

She nods.

I move against her and she stiffens again, but not as much this time. I’m raging with the need to plunge into her, but I hold myself carefully in check.

I reach down for her and work her body. She lets out a soft sigh and her knees fall loose.

Still, I am careful and slow. I find a second well of control and hold tight to it, watching her as I move. I keep going, easing as gently as I can.

Mia opens her eyes. “I won’t break,” she says and moves to the edge of the bed.

I adjust with her. She reaches between us to touch me near where we’re joined. The intensity spikes, and I’m out of the control zone.

“I was thinking something more like this,” she says, and suddenly the tables are turned. We’re rolling on the bed, and before I know what she’s done, she has a satin sash around my wrists.

“Impressive,” I say, intending to jerk right out of her ties and take her hard. But then I realize I can’t.

I glance up at what she’s done. She’s lashing the length of the satin cord around the metal frame of the bed. Probably I could yank hard enough and dent the rod.

But now I’m curious what she’s up to.

Her hands roll down my chest. “You were being a little too gentle,” she says.

And straddles me.

I’m raging now. She lifts herself up and slips me inside. I’ve never allowed a woman to tie me. But I let her.

Then my brain is erased as she starts to move. For someone who’s never done this before, she’s managed to master the pace.

“I want to feel it,” she whispers, and I know what she means.

Still, I manage to hold on, reveling in the sensation of her sliding up and down my length.

Her breasts sway slightly and her brown-gold hair falls over her shoulders.

I want to touch her, but can’t provide any brain energy to undoing her knots.

Besides, I have a feeling she’s learned fast and it won’t be as easy as it was in the car.

She leans forward, her nipples brushing against my chest. “What makes Jax lose control?” she whispers. Her hands move up my rib cage to settle on either side of my face. She grinds down hard, our bodies tight against each other.

Pretty much this, I want to say, and the urgency breaks into an explosion.

Mia holds on as I pulse into her. Jesus. It’s been forever. And this girl. This crazy innocent unexpected woman.

She looks down at me with a pleased expression. “That was amazing!” she says and almost suppresses a giggle. “Can we do it again?”

“Not immediately,” I say, her laugh infecting me. Shit. I’m smiling. Damn it. I don’t smile in these situations.

“I’m not going to untie you until we get to do it again,” she says smugly.

“You think you’re that great at knots?” I ask her.

She sits back, folding her arms across those beautiful breasts. I can already feel myself coming back into action. “Name what they are,” she says.

I glance up at the ties. I have no idea. “Timber hitch?” I ask.

She bursts out with a laugh. “Hardly. Try again.”

“I think you’re having too much fun,” I say.

“I think I got you.” She smacks her palm against my chest.

“Do you now?” I tense my chest muscles. “What about this?” I slide my wrists and the sash to the side of the frame I’ve already identified as having a weaker joint.

With one quick jerk, the rod I’m tied to breaks away from the vertical bar.

I slide the knots off the end and before Mia can fully react, bring my tied wrists behind her head.

In less than a second, I have her below me, her head cradled against my knots.

“I underestimated you,” she says.

“Most people do,” I tell her, and surprise her again when I plunge back into her body.