“I can’t live without you.”
“We can’t take any more chances. If you’re burning to help in some way, talk to me.”
“The only thing I’m burning for right now is you.”
His mouth crashed over mine, claiming me in a possessive kiss.
He held me captive with one large hand around my wrists while he palmed my breast, squeezed roughly, exciting me even more. Then he worked the buttons on my lightweight sweater and hastily brushed the material aside. His warm fingers blazed a trail down my stomach to the button fly of my Levi’s. He ripped open the flap and shoved a hand inside my panties.
I was already ridiculously wet for him. From the moment he’d pinned me to the wall. Oh, hell. Long before that.
All of the passion and ire radiating from him was a huge turn-on.
Maybe I was too much of a ragged-edge girl after all. I couldn’t seem to help it, and knowing how worked up Dane was only made me hotter for him.
His fingers glided over my dewy folds, stroking wickedly. His tongue twisted with mine in a searing kiss. With his brick wall of a chest against my breasts I was virtually immobile, and that heightened my arousal.
I was his. I belonged solely to him. He owned me. Every inch of me, inside and out, to the depths of my soul.
I spread my legs wider and he plunged two fingers into my pussy, the sizzing, erotic invasion ripping through me. I broke the kiss and gasped for air. He stroked faster, with skill and determination. The heel of his hand rubbed my swollen clit.
“Oh, fuck.” It’d been so, so long since we’d been this caught up in each other, this intimate.
I knew I was going to come quickly. And I was going to come hard.
His mouth skimmed along my neck. He bit me, suckled the skin, swept his tongue over it.
My fingers curled into my palms, my nails digging as the urge to claw at him seized me. I was restless and squirming slightly against him, as much as I could. His erection pressed to my hip and it made me even wilder, knowing how hard he was for me.
His fingers pumped and I could have screamed from the ecstasy building fervently. But the sound lodged in my throat along with a lusty moan.
“I need to feel you, Ari,” he said in a strained voice. “I need to feel you lose it for me.”
“So close,” I muttered harshly. “Dane, you’re making me crazy.”
He found that magical spot deep within me and massaged with just the right tempo, just the right pressure. Swiftly, heartily. Until an intense thrumming took hold of me, an incessant, demanding beat.
“Oh, God,” I rasped. My body writhed, my pulse raged, my heart hammered. “Yes, oh, God, yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Right. There. Dane!”
I erupted, every inch of me going up in flames, quaking from the powerful release.
“Damn it, Ari. Baby.”
Ah. There was the coveted term of endearment. Dane had forgiven me for going against his wishes.
He continued caressing that perfect spot while I soared. He said, “I love it when you come undone for me.”
“So fast,” I semi-lamented. I didn’t mind how rapidly he got me going. It was just a little embarrassing that I lost myself so easily.
“You’re fantastic.” His lips slid over mine. A whisper of a kiss. “And I’m just getting started.”
Elation trilled down my spine.
My gaze narrowed on him. “You’re not planning on making love to me, soft and sweet, are you?”
Mischief glimmered in his emerald eyes. “No.”
I let out a delirious sigh as the tingles ran rampant. “Feel free to make me pay for disobeying you.”