He nipped her bottom lip and smiled. “I thought you weren’t a control freak?”
“Sometimes control has its perks.”
His hand slid into her hair. “Sometimes giving away control has its perks.” He dragged her mouth to his, a bit rough, a lot wild. His tongue pressed into her mouth, a deep, drugging invasion that Sabrina felt in every nerve ending of her body. Her thighs hugged his waist, wet heat draped across his lower stomach. It would be so easy to lift her body and take him inside her. So good to take him inside her. She fought the urge. There was so much she wanted to do to him first. So much.
He broke the kiss long enough to nip and nibble her lip, his hand at the back of her neck, holding her captive until he claimed another drugging kiss, taking her further into an alternate reality where only pleasure existed. He reached between them, tugging at her nipples, tweaking with enough pressure that it hurt, but, oh, so good.
He turned his face to her hair and then nuzzled her cheek. “You smell gorgeous. Like honeysuckle.” His hands covered her breasts, held them, caressed them.
“My shampoo,” she whispered absently, the press of his shaft against her back reminding her of her agenda. How she wanted to slide down his body and take his cock in her mouth. To show him the kind of pleasure he had shown her.
Desperate to make it happen, she pressed away from him, sitting up. “And stop it. Control is not yours right now.”
“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice low, rough. “I couldn’t agree more. I am totally at your mercy, unable to stop touching you.” He reached for her.
She captured his hands with hers, twined her fingers with his. “Behave, Ryan Walker.”
His gaze brushed her nipples. “Let me lick one.”
“I said behave.”
“Let me lick one and I will.”
“Stop,” she ordered.
An evil smile touched those equally evil lips capable of amazing things. “You know you want me to.”
“No,” she lied. “I don’t.” Yes. She did. Her nipples were perhaps the most erogenous places on her body. Along with the back of her neck, which he’d effortlessly located quite effectively.
“Let me lick one and I’ll behave.”
Tempting. “You promise?”
“You have my word.”
His word. She believed him more the last time he’d offered it. He was in naughty mode. Wickedly naughty and she loved it. “Fine.” Holding on to his hands, she leaned forward, dangling her nipple excruciatingly close to his mouth before saying, “Remember your promise.”
Hunger flitted across his face. “I remember.”
She leaned into him, and he did more than lick. He suckled her nipple into his mouth. Sabrina moaned with the sensation, waves of it washing over her and into her. Her back arched into him, thrusting her breasts higher. Her grip on his hand weakened, forgotten. He licked and suckled and nipped. His teeth rough, his tongue gentle. Her hips were moving; she couldn’t help it. She needed him. She needed and needed.
“It’s time to let me inside, Sabrina,” he said, his hand twining into her hair and dragging her mouth to his. Masterfully, he both kissed her and lifted her hips, shifting her body until he pressed the head of his shaft past her swollen, aching flesh.
Sabrina held her breath as he slipped all the way inside her. “Oh,” she moaned as she felt him fill her, expand within her.
His fingers brushed through her hair. “Oh is right,” he breathed into her mouth, briefly tasting her.
“You’re very…hard,” she whispered. And big.
He laughed. “That’s the idea, isn’t it?”
Smiling, she said, “Yeah, but you are exceptionally—” He thrust into her, pressing her hips against his.
“Hard,” he said, finishing her sentence.
“Yes.”
“That’s because you really turn me on, Sabrina,” he said, his hands going to her face, bringing her gaze to his. “You…like no other woman.”
It was a confession that took her by surprise. Shook her to the core. Excited her. Frightened her. This man was inside her in more ways than the physical. She opened her mouth to confess as much, but her throat constricted. He was so much more than sex. He could hurt her. What if he hurt her?
“Prove it,” she finally said. “Prove it now.”
For just an instant a shadow flickered across his face. Disappointment perhaps. Or not. Perhaps she’d imagined it because almost instantly a primal look full of pure male intent filled his expression.
He took her mouth then, took it with a savageness she’d not felt from him until now. His shaft seemed to thicken further, pulsing inside her. She’d called him wild, but now she, too, was wild. They began to move together, hips pumping and grinding. Bodies pressed close, as if that would take him deeper. As if that would tear down what little separated them. Until the rage of need slowed to a sultry, sensual dance. Until the wild tasting of tongues became a soft musical caress. Until their eyes met and spoke for them.