This Man (This Man 1)

An hour later, I’ve blow dried and curled my hair, creamed up and got half a face of make-up on. My door opens and Kate’s head pops around. ‘How long?’ she asks. Her fire red hair is in rollers and she looks at about the same stage of readiness as me.

‘Half hour,’ I confirm, opening my underwear drawer.

‘Cool. ’ She shuts the door.

It opens again.

‘What?’ I ask, without looking up from finding suitable underwear.

Within two seconds flat, I’m grabbed, my towel is yanked from my body and I’m on my back atop the bed with a hulking male looming over me.

WHOA! I’m completely disorientated and still clinging onto a pair of knickers that I was deliberating over. I don’t even have a chance to focus in on his face. His lips smash against mine, starting to work my mouth greedily. What the hell? There’s no chance to fight him off or ask what he’s doing here. He flips me onto my hands and knees, his fingers slide over my entrance – no doubt to check my readiness – before he undoes his flies and slams into me on a garbled yell.

I cry out, getting a hand clamped over my mouth for my trouble.

‘Quiet. ’ he grates, through merciless pounds.

Fucking hell! I’m completely helpless as he thrusts in and out with complete determination and purpose. The depth he’s hitting soon has my vision blurry, my head spinning with desperation and pleasure. His hand leaves my mouth, returning to my hips, pulling me back against each of his hard advances.

‘Jesse!’ I yell desperately. He’s merciless.

‘I said, quiet!’ he barks.

As my pleasure builds and builds, I find myself pushing back against him. He groans on each thrust, powering forward at a mind blasting rate, colliding with my womb and sending me into a haze of shocked euphoria. I try to grab a pillow, but my disorientation has me grappling at nothing but sheets. I can’t find the strength to lift my head and use my eyes. I’m completely helpless.

I feel his grip on me tighten, the tense and swell of him pounding into me is stretching me beyond comprehension. This is a possessive fuck. That’s what this is. Not that I’m bothered. I might be helpless and at his mercy, but I’m still going to have a mind-bending orgasm.

His thrusts speed up and with one last pump and deep slow grind, I splitter straight down the middle, and I’m charged with a mind-

blowing orgasm that has me burying my face in the mattress to stifle my scream of release. His horse cry echoes around the room as he joins me in my crazy bliss, collapsing on top of me, panting loud in my ear. He’s jerking and shuddering inside and all around me.

That really was shock and awe. I’m completely depleted and grabbing at valuable air to give my lungs some relief. They’ve really been through the mill today.

‘Please, tell me that it’s you. ’ I pant, closing my eyes, soaking up the warmth of his body through his suit. He hasn’t even taken his jacket off.

‘It’s me. ’ he breathes, moving my hair from my back and skimming my bare skin with his tongue.

I sigh happily, letting him nibble and lick me all over.

‘Don’t be having another shower. ’ he orders between tongue strokes.

‘Why?’ I frown into the sheets. I won’t be, anyway – I haven’t got time.

He withdraws, flipping me over and pinning my wrists on either side of my head. He gazes down at me, his styled hair of this morning now in disarray, but he looks no worse for it. ‘Because, I want me all over you when you’re out. ’ He drops his lips to mine.

Ah, he’s trampled me. I was bang on the money. I should have known. Crazy man.

He takes a whole other tactic with my mouth, swirling his tongue, humming into me and nibbling my lips. It’s a world away from the ferocious attack I’ve just sustained.

‘Do men have an instinct for recently fucked women?’ I ask around his lips.

‘Mouth,’ He pulls his face back, giving me a really disapproving look. ‘You’ve had a drink. ’

Oh, shit! ‘No. ’ I blurt guiltily.

He looks at my wrists when he feels the tense of my natural reflex, then back at me with an arched brow. ‘No more. ’ he demands softly, giving me another lavish kiss. ‘I was hoping to find you in cream lace. ’ he hums through our joined mouths.

I’m really glad I wasn’t. It would be in pieces on the floor by now, and I really like it. I might be buying me some more of those, perhaps in different colours. He releases one of my wrists, trailing his finger down my side, over my sensitive hips and to the juncture of my thighs.