His Terms

She took a deep, steadying breath before she spoke. “I want you, Rian.” The smile he gave her was pure male satisfaction. Sorcha couldn’t help but give him this. It wasn’t because he had asked, or because he had said the things he had. It was because she wanted him to know.

Sorcha didn’t know what would happen between them, that after the week things might go back the way they had been. She wanted to believe that this wasn’t just an “in the moment situation feeling” he had.

He slowly pulled the blankets away from her, stood to remove his pants, and then slipped under the covers so that his heat immediately enveloped her. He leaned over her, caressing the bare skin of her arm while he moved his gaze over her face.

Rian’s look became even more heated, and then he kissed her again. She moaned when he placed his weight fully on her. He held the side of her face and stroked his thumb along her cheek.

She brought her arms up and rested her hands on his bulging shoulders, the sinew hard under her fingers. He moved his other hand over her hip and down her thigh, softly squeezing her flesh. Her body, her skin, and her very cells were alive with pleasure and caring about him.

He moved his hand inward, so close to her pussy that she was nearly shaking with anticipation. She desperately wanted him touching her, teasing and tantalizing her and having her forget why she shouldn’t let her emotions get in the way.

Having Rian in full alpha possessive mode was what she needed, but right now he was being soft, easy, and gentle. He moved his fingers over her pussy, and unfortunately she couldn’t feel the full force of his touch because of her cotton shorts. She wanted skin to skin, wanted to feel his hardness pressing against her, in her, and consuming her.

In the next second, he pulled away. Her body cooled slightly, but the fire still simmered deep inside of her.

“Take off the shorts, Sorcha.”

His voice caused a fresh stream of wetness to coat her pussy lips.

“Do it, Sorcha. Do it now.” He wasn’t being demanding but dominating, which was a big difference.

She opened her mouth on a silent groan, his dominance igniting something inside of her and making her burn even hotter. She swallowed as she hooked her fingers under the elastic of her shorts and slowly pulled them down and kicked them off.

“I want the panties gone, too.” He stood by the edge of the bed, his erection tenting his pants. He had to want to touch himself. Shit, she wanted to touch herself, and then touch him.

When the shorts were off, she slid her plain panties down.

“Now the shirt.”

Breathing in deeply, she sat up further, removed the tank, and tossed that to the ground, too. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples instantly became hard from the chill of the air. Then she lay back down, stared right at Rian, and waited for him to make the next move.

“Spread for me, Sorcha.” His voice was husky, still dominating, but had this edge of unrestrained aggression laced with it.

She felt so out of control, so helpless against her feelings toward him, and it scared the shit out of her. This wasn’t right, wasn’t how she should be feeling toward him. Spreading her thighs like he said, she felt her labia spread under his gaze. How much of her could he see in the shadows?

“You want me, and I want you. Am I wrong about that?”

She nodded. “I want you.”

“Good, that’s real good, baby.” She closed her eyes and breathed in. She didn’t know how to accept all of this, how to handle everything. Right now this was real.

“Look at me.” His voice was steely and hard.

She opened her eyes but didn’t respond. His smile was slow and sexual when his gaze dropped to her pussy again.

“Wider. Spread your legs wider.”

She started to hyperventilate as her arousal continued to pump through her veins. He wasn’t even touching her, and yet his expression alone had her on the verge of orgasm. Her nipples became swollen, erect, and ready for his mouth.

He was still gazing at her pussy, and then finally reached down pushed his pants off, and then gripped his shaft.

“Put your hands above your head,” he said low and deep.

God, she loved the way he spoke—loved the feeling of helplessness and surrender. No matter what she thought or how her brain raged against her body, she knew that she would take whatever he offered.

26

Rian was between her legs seconds later. “I want to make love to you, go slow and easy and show you that you mean more to me than the woman that signed herself away for a week.” He moved his hands to rest on her inner thighs and spread them as wide as they would go. When he used his thumbs to gently pull her pussy lips apart until they were stretched wide, she gasped out.