Chasing Desire (Chasing Love 3)

to his other nipple and bit down. He gritted his teeth, and his fingers in her hair tightened until her scalp stung, but she didn’t pull away. “That frustrates you?” She nibbled at his piercing again.

“Yes, very much. In the best damn way. I’m set to show you just how I’m going to frustrate you so hard, right here on this table.”

He obviously held back, but there was so much power and strength to him, she wondered if anyone ever tapped into it. Did he even give into it? So far, he seemed to be a master at holding back. But she’d felt his power the other night. Knew there was more ready to be unleashed. If they only had tonight, she may as well get all she could from him.

She reached between them and unbuckled his belt while he took his shirt off. Lord have mercy, the sight of him made her sigh. She was realizing real quick that muscles and tattoos and piercing—and Huck himself—seemed to be her type.

No, not my type.

Wrong kind of guy. His idea of commitment was shutting the door behind him, and that was something she’d seen the first night they met. She wasn’t interested in counting on someone that couldn’t be counted on. She wasn’t interested in counting on someone period.

So she’d sigh and swoon at the impressive package he offered, and come early morning light, she’d get over it. That was the plan, at least. There was no reason to worry about this going further than one night at a time.

But she wouldn’t think of that now. Instead, she’d own him. Own everything he was willing to give. She just might even let herself get a little lost again.

With a few quick moves, her leggings and panties were a gone. She was back to straddling him and tugging down his pants, which was tricky, because he was still sitting. But she got them barely over his hips so his cock could spring free, and she wasted no time gripping him.

“Damn, honey,” he said. “You get right to the point.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” She looked him in the eye and squeezed a little tighter. “Did you want me to slow down and make sweet, sweet love to you?” She gave an exaggerated sigh to the ceiling and stroked him once, causing a moan to escape his amazing mouth. “I was under the impression you wanted me to get on with it.”

With a growl, he slapped her ass.

When she gasped, he splayed his hands over her skin and lifted her up, only to turn and set her on the table. Her bottom hit the polished oak table with a thud.

“I’m all for letting you think you’re in charge for a bit,” he said, pulling her close so that his cock rubbed against her slick folds. “But there’s nothing sweet that’s about to happen here.”

He thrust against her, and she moaned. He didn’t breach her opening, instead slid that hard rod up and down, pressing on the most sensitive spot, making her squeeze her legs tight and lock her ankles around his back.

“I’ve been thinking about these legs all damn day,” he said as he ran his hand down the outside of her thigh. When he reached her ankle, he grabbed it and placed it on his shoulder. “Now let’s see what you can really do.” He pulled a condom from his low-slung jeans, wrapped himself, then discarded the pants completely.

She attempted to move, to bring her leg down, because in this position, she was more vulnerable. If she kept her legs around his waist, at least she could lock them and steer him. But around his neck?

“Why are you squirming?” he said, and he gently smacked the side of her ass. The little sting of pain sent a warmth through her that shot her arousal to a higher peak.

Interesting. She’d never been spanked before, and while that had been a semi-playful smack, it still turned her on.

He must have seen something in her expression, because he said, “Oh, you must want me to have both your legs wrapped around me?”

“Yes,” she said on a breathy sigh. Between the light spank and the realization that she liked it, she wasn’t able to form words well. Just as it seemed like the power of speech might be coming back, she felt his cock nudge and drag against her entrance.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” With that, he grabbed both her ankles, dragged her toward him, and impaled her with his hard cock in one swift thrust.

“Oh god! You’re so…”

“Deep,” he rasped, and he kept tight hold of her as he brought the back of her knees to his shoulders. She was bent, struggling to keep herself up, and like she’d thought, totally at his mercy.

She’d never felt a man go this deep before.

“You’re fightin’ me, honey,” he said, and plunged again. She cried out with so much pleasure she couldn’t take it. Her elbows caved, and she leaned back onto the cold wood table, ready to simply endure all of the ecstasy he threw at her.

“That’s it, give in. Let me have you,” he said.

Have her? Sounded like a lot to give. She needed to fight for some kind of upper hand. The last time they’d been together and he’d topped her, she’d been lost to him. She needed to keep some kind of power this time because the lack of it clouded her judgment—like thinking this was better than just one night.

She struggled to sit up a bit, but when his big arms wrapped around her thighs, like he was hugging them, she about lost her mind. He was deep. Touching her everywhere. Owning her. And part of her loved it.

He moved slow, but hard.