Storm (Sex and Bullets 1)

No fucking way.

My leg twinges, warning me I should rest, put it up and ice it, but the hell I am. Without another word, I bend and lift her in my arms. She gasps and writhes, but I only tighten my hold, crushing her to me as I carry her into the room and throw her down on the bed.

“No girl has ever been here,” I tell her. “Only you. Do you hear me?”

In my room. In my bed. In my head.

Her eyes widen, and color rises to her face. She still won’t meet my gaze, though. Goddammit. Then I sit back and shrug off my shirt, discarding it quickly. Her eyes widen some more, going dark with desire. They skim over my chest, over the ink covering my sides, then drop lower, to the bulge in my dress pants.

She reaches for me, and I don’t let her. I’m in charge here, now. I grab her slim wrists, pin them over her head and keep them there one-handed.

“Look at me, Ray,” I whisper, my voice so hoarse with arousal I barely recognize it. “Stop trying to hide.”

She glares, defiantly staring over my shoulder at some point in the distance.

“Oh, baby.” I shake my head and chuckle, because at least she’s not ignoring me anymore. She may pretend all he likes, but her anger radiates off her like fire, scorching me. Turning me on so goddamn bad I have to keep still and think unsexy thoughts for a long moment to get myself back under control.

It almost works, but the sight of her lying underneath me in this conservative gray dress she’s wearing? Okay, I’ll be honest here. It’s driving me nuts. It’s so prim and proper I need to rip it off her.

Oh yeah, it has to go.

“Keep your hands there,” I growl like a damn caveman, and she obeys, barely blinking as I let go and grab the side of her dress. “Keep still.”

I rip the seam of the dress open. She squeals but doesn’t move as I rip the other side open, too, all the way up to the sleeve.

Not enough.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, breathless. “The dress—”

Digging my fingers into the opening, I rip the sleeve off, then pull it down and off her arm. Much better. I deal with the other one the same way and tear the dress off her.

She’s breathing hard, lips parted, the flush on her cheeks telling me she’s not scared. She’s excited.

And it makes me even harder. It’s a loop of desire. Her desire feeds mine, my cock swelling to the point of bursting and my balls growing heavy and taut, and a light flush spreads over her pretty tits, the nipples erect and dark. The scent of her arousal fills my senses. She lifts a hand, and I grab her wrists and pin them back over her head.

A tiny flare of anger flashes over her face, and then more arousal, and holy fuck, my cock twitches and leaks inside my pants.

I can’t. Hold back. Much longer.

“Take them off.” She moans when I bend over her and capture one nipple with my teeth, then soothe it with my tongue. “Your pants.”

“Tell me you want my cock in your mouth,” I rasp, switching to the other pretty breast and its sweet nipple. “In your pussy, so deep you’ll feel it everywhere.”

She gasps. Releasing her wrists again, I lick a trail between her tits down to her bellybutton, then lower. I press my mouth to the black lace of her panties, on her mound, and inhale her scent. Her breath hitches, and her hips roll, the pressure of my lips there teasing but not enough to get her off.

“Tell me, Ray. Tell me you want it.”

“I…” She squirms. “I want it.”

I grin. That’s it, baby. Work for it. Because deep inside you do want me. You do trust me. And I fucking need you.

Snagging the black lace of her panties with my teeth, I drag them down, glancing up at her as I do so. Her heavy-lidded expression captivates me. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and Jesus Christ, I’m on overload. So it’s no surprise her panties go the way of the dress.

Easy. A quick flick over each hip and the tiny bit of lace holding them together is history. A fraction of a second later, I have them off her and push her legs apart.

“How badly do you want it?”

“Storm…” Frustration twists her pretty face. “Come on.”