Playing Hard to Master (Masters Unleashed 2)

His breath caught, and he stroked her bottom proprietarily.

The rutting animal-man withdrew, then peeled her off the sofa and carried her into the bedroom and set her on the bed.

“Hold that thought.” He disappeared into the bathroom and came back so fast she wondered how he could have done anything.

Maybe her brain was just running slower than usual.

Ambrose crawled into bed with her and pulled her into his arms just as her body turned her arms and legs into lead.

“Are you okay?” His voice sounded odd and far-off.

She blinked at him and realized that for all he made fun of how ugly he was, in truth he was downright handsome if a girl wasn’t easily petrified.

Maybe even more so if she was.

Chapter Four

The sound of a faucet running woke Ambrose out of the kind of sleep that made a man wonder if he’d ever be completely awake again. Outside the window, the sun was either coming up or going down. Where the fuck was he?

Blinking, he looked around the room. Everly strolled in, washing her face with a cloth. No makeup. Completely naked. His dick was fully aware before he was.

Fuck, she was sexy.

“Could you be any cuter? You look like a five-year-old after naptime.” She ruffled his hair, and he leaned into the caress, not caring if it made him seem less Dommy. There were some things he’d make exceptions for.

He pulled her into his lap, ignoring her token protest. The feel of her body in his arms was almost orgasmic.

“Mmm . . . you smell good.”

“I took a shower.” She laughed. “I was sticky and sore when I woke up.”

“That’s weird. I wonder why.” The quilt was warm and the bed smelled like her. He was sorely tempted to drag her back under the covers and either fuck her again or snuggle with her and take another nap. Both would be ideal. Sure, he’d fucked her a second time before they’d fallen asleep, but a third time wasn’t unreasonable, was it?

“Gee, I wonder. I hope CSI doesn’t use a blue light on my house after all that. Just saying.”

He buried his face in her neck and her breath caught. The growly, Dommy feeling was back, demanding that he have her again. There was something about her that he couldn’t get enough of.

She was making a joke about something, but he ignored it and rolled her onto her back. There was no struggle or objection, and when he kissed her, she kissed him back and pressed against him seductively.

Mercy.

He could spend all day in bed with this girl. In fact, he had. They kissed for a long while, but eventually, she pulled away.

“I’m sorry, but I think I’m too sore for you to fuck me again.” She grimaced ruefully, as though she needed to apologize.

“Hey, I’m not that easy. Just because we’re in bed and I’m hard for you, doesn’t mean you’re getting any.” He shook his head in mock dismay. “So greedy, this girl. So demanding.”

She laughed and hit him with a pillow. In response, he pinned her arms above her head, letting her feel how little control she had over what he did, then pinned her legs down with one of his own.

“What are you . . . ?” she gasped out, heat flaring in her eyes, her lips parting seductively.

“Whatever I want.” His hand drifted down her body, sketching over every welt, bite mark and hickey. The amount of pleasure he got from knowing how thoroughly he’d marked her probably wasn’t healthy, but he wasn’t about to admit it to anyone.

Her nipples hardened into points, and he rubbed his thumb across them. She hissed.

“They’re sore! Don’t be mean.”

“I thought you liked me mean.” He held her gaze and she squirmed in his grasp.