“Dane,” I begged. So soon. I couldn’t help it.
My hips rose to meet his strokes. Hot and cold proved to be a dynamic combination, and I felt the tension build as I sought more of what he offered. I thrashed about, loving the anticipation and need that mounted because I was restrained, loving that he kept pumping into me.
“You’re pushing me right to the edge, baby,” he said in his intimate tone.
“That can’t be. Otherwise, you’d get rid of the rest of your clothes and be inside me when I come.”
“You’re that close?”
“Closer.”
His fingers withdrew from me. I heard the rustling of pants and shoes. Then his arms hooked under my knees and he spread me wide. The anticipation I’d felt previously escalated to all-new heights as he held me open and I anxiously awaited the crown of his cock pressing into me, his thick shaft filling me.
“Dane,” I nearly wailed. “Oh, God. Please! Now!”
He thrust deep with no warning and I cried out. Electric currents snapped and hissed in the most delicious, sexually charged way.
His hands clasped my waist and he lifted my hips, angling me so that he could drive deep, fast.
My fingers gripped the satin sash and I held on tight.
“Yes,” I urged. “That’s so perfect, Dane. Just like that.” He pumped into me and nothing registered but the incredible sensations he evoked, the pinnacle he took me to.
“Christ, Ari.” He bucked wildly, fucking me hard.
I clutched him firmly, deep inside. I needed him like never before. Couldn’t get enough of him.
My heavy pants of air filled the quiet room, mingling with his. Echoing in time with each other.
He slid against my wet walls, gliding smoothly save for the prickle of friction creat
ed by his width in such a narrow space. It was an enticing sensation. One I reveled in, luxuriated in, as the intensity increased, the desire flamed, the pressure crested.
“I can’t hold on,” I told him, complaining and exhilarating at the same time. If I could only keep this sensation brimming, I’d be so thrilled. Yet it was too overwhelming to not give in to it. A twisted fate.
Dane said, “Squeeze me tight,” at the exact moment I let go and called out his name.
My inner muscles contracted around him, pumping the same cadence.
He growled, his heat igniting an inferno so that I felt another orgasm piggyback the one I still savored.
I lost myself on one long, “Ohhhh!”
Dane thrust once more. Then his cock surged inside me as his body convulsed. “Yes, just like that,” he ground out as his hot seed filled me, sending more wicked zings through my veins.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered as every inch of me continued to blaze.
I’d been right all along. Angry sex rocked.
chapter 12
“Are you really home for good?” I asked Dane when the passion-induced haze in my brain subsided. At least partially.
“Yes,” he said before kissing my forehead. “I can’t stay away another day, Ari. Not another minute. And I don’t need to.”
We lay sprawled across the California king we shared while I still tried to grasp the fact that this was over. The threats against us, the witness protection he’d sort of succumbed to—though on his own terms—the trials, everything.
Really, the only thing I could fully latch on to was the fact that we could finally be a family. Not a typical one. I wasn’t delusional or anything. Especially not after the come to Jesus meeting we’d had earlier in the great room. But we could finally live together under the same roof.