Claim My Baby (Crescent Cove 2)

Then her mouth was on mine and I couldn’t think straight, never mind recalling proper pre-morning fucking protocol.

She didn’t waste time on easing into the kiss. She wrapped her tongue around mine, doing some sinuous maneuver that warped my last remaining senses as she pressed her full breasts against me. God, her nipples were like little skewers. Frissons of awareness danced down my spine and for a minute, possibly more, she was in control. I was her putty to do with as she wished.

Except this wasn’t going down like this.

I rolled her beneath me and caught her wrists, dragging them above her head. She yelped and kicked out at me, clearly surprised. I let her squirm and fight, my body becoming more and more rigid.

“Go ahead, princess. I like it when you writhe against me.”

“What are you doing?”

“You seemed to be in an awfully big hurry, and we need to slow down.” I nibbled her lower lip as I met her gaze. “Trust me?”

If she’d hesitated for even an instant, I would’ve called a halt to everything. It might’ve killed me, but I would have done it.

She nodded, her eyes steady on mine as she blew out an impatient breath. “I’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”

“Not even close.” I rubbed my thumb over the pulse hammering in her wrist. “I wish I had cuffs with me.”

Her pupils went huge. “You have cuffs?”

“I do. Fur-lined ones. They don’t hurt sensitive skin.” I licked her lip as my thumb circled over that wild, erratic beat. “You’re not with your usual safe, predictable sort, princess. If this isn’t what you want, you need to speak up now. Otherwise, you’re not leaving this bed until you’ve been thoroughly fucked.”

I waited for her to balk at my crude talk. But just like yesterday, she seemed to strain toward it. Toward me.

“I don’t want safe.” Her breathing sped up. “I want this. Want you.” She bumped her hips up, grinding against me so that I had no choice but to close my eyes and grit my teeth.

This woman.

I counted backward from ten and opened my eyes, letting my gaze drift down her body. She couldn’t stay still under my perusal. Her nipples were beaded, and the lace had hiked up to nearly reveal the treasure between her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties. I wanted to see, touch, ravage every bit of her. Make her mine in all the ways that counted, and a few new ones that we would invent between us.

“If you were anyone else, I would tear this right off.”

“Please. I’m so hot. I’m dying already.”

A quick glance at her reddened cheeks told me she wanted that experience too. She craved to be desired that much.

Her wish was about to come true.

I shifted my hold on her wrists to one hand, though she’d gone limp enough that I doubted she’d fight me. She appeared to like it when I took charge, even if she felt honor-bound to put up a token protest. I had my guesses about what it would be like to explore her natural submissiveness, but those considerations weren’t for right now.

There was only this moment.

I ripped the lace keeping her from me down the middle with my free hand. She didn’t make a sound, just arched her back, offering me her breasts and the flushed pink perfection of her untouched pussy as if they were gifts.

Her lovely innocence and the courage it took for her to share herself this way stunned me nearly into silence. A rumble of pleasure was about all I could manage.

I lowered my head, turning it so she couldn’t escape meeting my gaze as I lapped at her nipple. She shifted beneath me, her wrists flexing in my hold as I widened my area of focus, giving her entire breast the same attention. I moved to the other and did the same, my eyes never leaving hers while her breathing went from quickened to a full-on pant. “The most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen.”

Her only response was to press her shoulders deeper into the mattress and offer me more of her breasts.

Squeezing one, I returned to her mouth, kissing her as slowly as if we had all the time in the world. I licked my way into her mouth, absorbing her little mewl as I pinched her taut nipple. Rolling it between my fingers, I twined my tongue around hers, fighting every impulse inside me that told me to rush. I would be a better man for her.

Still kissing her, I plucked at her other nipple, alternating between rough touches and gentler ones to figure out what made her heartbeat slam crazily against mine. Rough, definitely rough. She had a hidden wild side, my princess, and I couldn’t wait to explore every nuance of it with her.

“Grip the headboard,” I said into her mouth. “I need both hands for this.”

She complied at once. I cupped her breasts together and nuzzled them both, rubbing my thumbs over the stiff tips. She watched my every move, riveted. Her curious expression only made me more determined to show her everything, give her everything.