One Bossy Proposal: Enemies to Lovers Romance

Eep. He really is huge, angry, and pulsing so hot against my fingers.

He goes stock-still.

I’m not breathing as I clasp his girth, marveling again at his size, and start ever-so-slowly sliding my hand up and down his length in steady pumps.

“Dakota.”

Hearing my name on his lips releases my breath.

It’s the way he whispers my name, equal parts harsh and awestruck, that sends goosebumps racing across my skin.

For a second, he lets me stroke him quietly.

His eyes never leave mine, two earth-toned storm clouds crackling with lightning.

The sex in the air is so thick it’s stifling.

But he finally moves, placing his hand over my arm and moving it gently away from him. He threads our fingers together, kissing my knuckles, and shifts his weight as he pushes me back into the bed.

He’s on me like a wolf, his hungry erection rubbing against my opening.

I take a deep, ragged breath so I can force out the words, “Wait. Not yet. I have to make you squirm...”

His eyes smile down at me, even as his face remains a stone mask.

“You think I’m not wrecked on the inside, woman?” he whispers. He laughs once. “Nevermore, you always surprise me. I like it.”

He’s not lying. I can see how honest he is as our eyes lock in a fraught stare, both of us asking for the one thing with the same silent demand.

“Lift your cute ass,” he orders.

I do, pushing up on my feet.

Again, his rough hand comes between my thighs, grasping my panties in the middle.

In one swift flick of his arm, they’re gone, flying over his shoulder in a ball.

Our eyes fuse as his lips come home to mine. I watch him tear open a condom with his teeth—he must’ve pulled it out of his pants’ pocket when I was distracted—and then he’s there.

All swollen, angry head at my entrance.

A guarantee of Lincoln Burns’ darkest intentions.

My fingers flatten against his torso, feeling his body drawn like an arrow. My legs wind around his waist, pushing against him, begging him to do it.

For a breathless minute, we’re frozen just like that, until his powerful hips roll forward.

Oh, shit. Here it comes.

He slides into me with a single slow, punishing thrust.

I bite down, clenching my teeth, because it’s almost like losing my V-card again as I stretch to take him. We become a whole new feeling made flesh.

I couldn’t put it into words to save my life.

We’re coiled tongues and stalled breath and insatiable silence.

We’re flesh and steam and mingling smells, his masculine citrus and pine against the flower and mint that always shadows me.

We’re two battered hearts, our souls beating out of us, desperate to join.

I bare my teeth, panting, scratching his chest hard as I ask him to do his best, his worst, his everything.

“Damn you, Lincoln Burns. If you don’t—”

One harsh movement of his hips shuts me up fast.

He grinds into me, slowly at first and then faster, faster, finding a rhythm that was always meant to reduce me to ash.

“Oh!” I’m gone. Too infinitely lost for words.

He kisses me roughly, shoving his tongue against mine as his cock glides in to the hilt.

“Goddammit, Dakota,” he growls as his mouth breaks away with another powerful thrust.

Is it wrong that this sex feels a little scary and that excites me?

The man is a human battering ram working in slow motion to take me over.

A human wall of muscle and the sweetest cruelty.

Yeah, I won’t last long at all, and I’m already too out of sorts to even be embarrassed.

My face screws up as I arch to meet him, throwing myself against him, my O coming like a racing wildfire.

Then it happens—he pulls away at the very last second.

I open my eyes, a question hanging on my lips.

“Not yet,” he whispers. “I told you, Nevermore, you’re going down on my terms.”

He smiles, moving to the edge of the bed. After a weightless second, I follow.

That’s where he guides me into his lap, pushing my legs apart. I slide over him with defiance in my eyes as his gaze locks.

If he thinks he’s in full control...think again.

When I wind around him, I’m smiling like a madwoman.

“Careful what you wish for,” I tell him.

“Like what? Watching every sexy bit of you shake while you come on my cock?”

Speechless.

Yeah, if I’ve learned anything by now, it’s how ridiculously good he is throwing me off-kilter.

And he leaves me dizzy as his hips lurch up, slamming into me, raking this divine friction over my clit.

I clasp his shoulders, holding on, pleasure tearing me in two like a flimsy sheet of paper.

Again, he thrusts, his rough fingers coming to my jaw, tilting my face up just as he rocks into me again.

“Look at me. Give me every bit of those green eyes when you go off,” he growls, his stare beaming pure dominance into my brain.