Playing with Danger (Desire Bay 2)

“Last night was nice,” she said with an exaggerated shrug. “But I’m talking about how you like it rough.”

With him wedged between her thighs, his deep breath made his strong chest graze up, then down, her breasts.

“I thought that was you screaming into the couch,” he challenged.

She smiled and kissed his chin. “Yeah, that was me, but I was disappointed. I thought you’d smack my ass and really take me hard. Like you did on the ship. Over, and over, and over . . .” She trailed her tongue around the seam of his lips. She could feel the hum of his ferocity and knew she was playing a dangerous game. Dangerously sexy. Because Grant loved his control. Loved his dominance. But he was calm and treated her well at the same time. His aggressive side came out when tapped in the right spot, and Hannah was desperate to see that side of him.

“Careful when you use the word disappoint with me, Hannah.” His tone was low and serious. “Because I’d never disappoint you on purpose.”

She knew that. “I loved everything about last night, but I miss the way you used to take me without holding back.”

“What makes you think I was holding back?”

She shifted her hips, and he hissed when she rocked against his hard shaft. “Because your hands on me were softer. I miss you clutching me here . . .” She took his hand and had him cup her throat. “And I miss you smacking me here . . .” She took his other hand and lifted herself up just enough to place his palm on her ass. “I mean it when I ask you to take me. Hard. Completely.”

“Okay,” he said. “First tell me why.”

Damn. She was hoping she’d get away with not having to admit that. But clearly Grant wanted to hear it . . . even though he obviously already knew.

“Because I like it,” she said softly.

He raised a brow. “Tell me the entire reason.”

“You’re the only one I want . . . the only one I enjoy.”

A sexy, sinister grin split his face.

“The only one,” he repeated. Not a question. An affirmation.

She nodded. “Yes.”

He crashed his mouth down on hers, and Hannah instantly clutched his shoulders. She felt all his hot, wild need engulf her like a fog. This was her man. All of him. The only one who ever made her feel alive. The only one she’d ever let take her over.

Because sometimes it felt good to be dominated. Taken care of. Left in the capable hands of another. Grant did all those things for her. That’s why she’d fallen for him the way she did. She trusted he could take all of her and not break her in the process. He was the only one she’d ever been able to give up control to. Not because she was a control freak, but because she’d never trusted another person to come through for her before.

From day one, Grant had made her feel like she was worth chasing.

His hand stayed cupped on her throat, and his thumb pressed against her bottom lip. She bent enough to suck it, and he groaned. The grip on her ass tightened, and when she released his thumb from her lips with a pop, he tugged her low-cut dress down in one hard yank, freeing her breasts instantly.

The cool night air hit her skin, and goose bumps pricked so intensely she could feel each individual chill get heated by Grant’s nearness.

With one strong arm wrapped around her waist, he pulled her closer and fused his mouth to her nipple.

“Oh God, yes,” she said. She ran her fingers through his hair and held him tight. He sucked hard, his whole face pressed against her breast. She felt his five o’clock shadow scrape against her cleavage as his jaw moved over her skin.

“You want it rough, baby?” he said against her, gently biting her nipple until she hissed and threw her hips out to grind against him.

“Yes!”

“You want all I can give you?” he asked, paying attention to the other nipple. She dug her nails into his scalp and threw her head back. Loving the sting of his bite and the soothing, warm swipe of his tongue to follow.

“Then tell me what I want to hear,” he growled. In one swift move, he was back to cupping her throat while his other hand gripped the back of her hair. He yanked, direct but soft. Not hurting her, but enough to show her she was under his control. And she loved it.

Her mouth was open and a millimeter from his. She could taste him. So close, but not close enough.

“What do you want to hear?” she challenged. “What . . . that I missed you?” she scoffed.

He growled, his grip tightening on her hair.