Tell Me You Need Me (Search and Seduce 1)

The velvety head of his cock briefly prodded at her opening, then ran up and down between her folds, hitting every nerve ending. He pumped faster against her clit before sliding back down to her opening, but never breaching.

He was spreading her moisture, using nothing but his impressive cock, and she was on the brink of coming from him not fucking her.

“You’re evil,” she said, but when he thrust up, pressing hard against her clit and rubbing wildly, she lost her voice.

“Really? Because it sounds like you’re enjoying this. Perhaps a thank you is more in line.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you. Please…” She tried to wiggle and get more, but it was no use.

“Please what?”

“Keep doing this. I want to come so bad.”

“I want you to,” he rasped in her ear. “Because you’re going to make me come, too.”

He yanked up her shirt, exposing her stomach, and moved faster. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? Making me crazed with needing to be inside you, and you’re going to make me come without even getting the chance.”

She knew the feeling. He had more restraint than she did, because she was ready to hand over anything he wanted if he’d take her deep.

The fire in her veins boiled and climbed from her toes to her breasts, snapping flicks of pleasure along the way. Her orgasm swept her up, took her over, and she couldn’t breathe. Didn’t want to. Didn’t need to. Because Gage was right there to breathe for her. Catch her. Consume her.

He groaned low, and the hot lash of his release hit her stomach as he moved up and down. After several deep breaths, his hold on her loosened. They both looked at his seed marking her. He smiled like he’d won some victory, and truth was, he kind of had. Gage exercised control in a way she’d never seen—and now she was marked by him.

He kissed her once, tucked his cock back into his pants, then reached in his pack and grabbed a wet wipe. He cleaned her stomach, then pulled her pants up and fastened them.

“I’ll be honest, sweetheart. This is the best mock rescue to date.”

She took a deep breath, trying not to let frustration override the bliss. But Gage was winning. She was ready to give in to whatever he wanted if it meant she got to have him.

Stay. Strong.

Be the fantasy. Not the reality.

“Well,” she said casually and picked a piece of bark off of her shoulder. “If half of your team responds the way you do, they should be here in no time.”

His eyes turned dark as he warded off a snarl. She was being bratty, but she didn’t care. He was messing with her sexy time and holding his body hostage against her.

She needed

to make him break, and fast—before she broke first.

He was back against her in a millisecond. His big body pressed hard against her front and the tree against her back.

He cupped her face, and his fierce gaze was so wild and desperate, she couldn’t tell if he was mad or terrified.

“This is the last time.” He kissed her bottom lip. “The last opportunity.” Kiss. “Chloe, will you have dinner with me?”

She leaned back enough to meet his eyes once more. Gage McGraw, the man who issued orders and expected to have them followed, just asked her.

All the venom she’d built up, the wily exchange of wills, all fell between them. The only thing left was Gage gazing at her like he really saw her. And she couldn’t deny him.

“Please.”

That was her undoing.

“Okay,” she whispered.

A huge smile split his face, and he kissed her. Once hard and fast, the next soft, then small, light brushes of his lips, until finally he took her mouth completely.