I said I trusted him, and I did. I just hadn’t been prepared for the damage that Bodie had done to intrude on our moment. It pissed me off, but I was done letting him ruin anything else—especially my last night with Austin. Shoving embarrassment and frustration aside, I took a calming breath and closed the gap between us. Holding his gaze, losing myself in the mossy green forest, I gripped his hand and pressed it to my stomach, dragging it up over my breasts and to my neck.
“I just need to see you.”
“Rae…” He hesitated, his fingers stroking the sensitive skin, sending chills racing over my skin. “We don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” I whispered, squeezing my hand over his. “I want you to fuck me, Austin. I want to play with you. I want you to play with me. I want it to hurt because you make it so fucking good.” When he still hesitated, I did the only thing I did for him. I begged. “Please.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Raelynn
In a flash, his hand tightened again. But this time, I was right there with him and nowhere else. This time, when I whimpered, it was from the grip around my throat, controlling the pulsing heat flooding my veins. This time the pressure ebbed to a warm goo sliding from my stomach to my pussy.
In every relationship, it was me who suggested the next adventure, but to have someone else—to have Austin—take the lead left me desperate to follow.
“Anything?” he asked softly.
“Anything.” I gripped his wrist, holding on tight while he leaned into my space, swallowing my air. My eyes slid closed, and I tipped my head to the side, making room for his nose to brush against my skin. Giving him access to my neck—to everything.
“And if I said I wanted to claim your tight little virgin ass? Would you let me?”
I moaned. How could I not? His words weren’t just simple words. They were living things that crept into my darkest fantasies and made themselves at home. They coiled around my need and refused to let go. “Yes,” I barely whispered.
I’ve had a lot of sex in a million different ways, but I’d never let anyone fuck my ass. I always thought a certain level of trust needed to be established first, and I never stuck around long enough to do it. Even with Austin’s teeth scraping along my skin, I couldn’t imagine anyone I trusted more.
His hand clenched for a fraction of a second before letting go. “Strip,” he ordered, stepping back.
No sat on the tip of my tongue, so used to being spit out just because I could. However, not a single part of me wanted to put one more obstacle between our night. So, instead, I lifted my chin, doing my best to look down on him, despite being almost a foot shorter, and did as he ordered. He stood back and watched as I slid each piece of clothing from my body, his eyes stroking my skin more firmly than the fabric. I felt it all, and we hadn’t even started.
“Get on the bed and lay back against the pillows.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, eager to comply.
Once I positioned myself in my best Playboy model pose, he prowled closer. With each step, my breaths grew shallower under the anticipation. He said nothing, gave no hints as to what came next, and I wanted to scream from the tension pulling me apart from the inside out. How did it get more intense than this? How did I survive?
He leaned over, reaching past my head to pull out two straps on either side.
“Do you use these often enough to keep them out?” I asked, hating the idea of another woman in his bed.
As much as I tried to hide the pinch of jealousy, I knew I failed when his lips twitched while he wrapped the soft velcro strap around each wrist.
“I’ve never had them out, but I was hopeful for tonight,” he finally answered after making sure I was secure. “Fuck, you’re stunning.”
Pride from his admission, pride from his scorching stare and compliment, swelled. My body was out of my control. Too tight but too full. Every emotion pushing and pulling until my mind struggled to keep up.
“Maybe you can show me how stunning you are,” I suggested.
He hummed soft and low, looking like no was on the tip of his tongue too. But he must have come to the same conclusion as me and instead opted to start undressing. Thank god.
Each rippled muscle he revealed pushed me closer to the edge of insanity. I squeezed my legs together, trying desperately to gain any friction. When I’d finally found the perfect angle, he shoved my knees apart and crawled between them.
“I don’t fucking think so.”
“Then fuck me,” I panted.