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you been with anyone else?”
“No.” Somehow, he managed to sound insulted. “I’m not the
one with the hot cabana boy downstairs listening to our every groan.”
“I’m not the one who walked out on us, and no, if you’re
curious, I haven’t been with anyone else either.”
She pushed the shirt the rest of the way off his shoulders,
reveling in the sheer strength in his body. He wasn’t a big man, but he carried
a wallop of power in his lean, six-foot-tall frame. He’d trained for years,
more than capable of running down a druggie or taking out a burglar with his
bare hands. He knew exactly how to use every muscle. His neck and shoulders
corded and flexed, effortlessly shifting her higher on the wall.
“No condom,” she whispered, winding her fingers in the
short, dark hair at the base of his neck. “Just you, Spike.”
Half in play but also deadly serious, he snarled and snapped
his teeth at her ear. He gripped her shoulder in his jaws, biting this side of
pain, and she couldn’t suppress the delicious shiver that rocked her body
against his. With a brutal thrust, he shoved inside her so hard that a cry tore
out of her throat.
He knew exactly what she liked, how much she could take. He
certainly knew how slick and wet she was for him. The only problem—it’d been
too long for him too. After a few thrusts, he shuddered and poured into her.
Panic made her pulse flutter like a butterfly trapped in a
glass. Need pounded inside her as strong as his thrusts, demanding, hammering
for attention. Her skin was raw and tender like she’d rolled around in broken
glass. Swollen and so damned tight, she wanted to scream at him for finishing
so quickly.
“Damn you.” She clawed his back hard enough he grunted and
thudded inside her on another pulse. “God, I need you so bad. What am I
supposed to do now?”
He actually had the audacity to laugh . “You’re
insatiable, Vik.”
Furious, desperate emotion tore through her like a
hurricane. He’d said she was like a hungry crocodile. Maybe he was tired of
trying to keep her satisfied. Maybe that’s why she suddenly found herself
attracted to two men. Need and shame twisted inside her, ugly and painful. She
shoved at his chest and threw her elbow at his throat. The more he tried to
contain her struggles, the harder she fought him.
In a smooth move they must teach at the police academy, he
flipped her over and used his weight to pin her against the wall. Awkwardly,
she flailed back at him with both arms, but he snagged first one wrist and then
the other in the small of her back. The more she squirmed, the higher he pushed
her arms until her muscles quivered and her shoulders burned with pain.
“I’ve got you, babe,” he whispered in a devilishly
relaxed—fully satiated—voice. “You know I’ll take good, long, hard care of
you.”
Panting, she pushed out her hips and arched her back,
grinding herself against him, but he’d chosen this position deliberately. He
had full access to her body, but she couldn’t bring herself much pleasure against
him. “Seems like your long, hard care is over already.”
“You know long and hard will be back soon enough.” He
scattered feather-light caresses on her ear, cheek, neck, and shoulder, a
torment. “I had your boy slammed up against the wall like this last night. When
you kissed him, did you trap him like this? Did you hold him down?”
“No, I kissed him, that’s all.”
“That’s all.” He shifted his grip on her wrists to his left
hand, freeing his right. “Then you didn’t take as good care of him as I’m going
to give to you.”
Dread and anticipation coiled in her stomach. She was primed
and loaded for bear, more than ready to detonate. A ticking bomb throbbed and
hummed inside her. In this mood, he might torment her a long, long time before
he gave her what she wanted.
Lightly, he traced his fingertips over her right breast,
tickling her skin, driving her insane. Growling beneath her
“No.” Somehow, he managed to sound insulted. “I’m not the
one with the hot cabana boy downstairs listening to our every groan.”
“I’m not the one who walked out on us, and no, if you’re
curious, I haven’t been with anyone else either.”
She pushed the shirt the rest of the way off his shoulders,
reveling in the sheer strength in his body. He wasn’t a big man, but he carried
a wallop of power in his lean, six-foot-tall frame. He’d trained for years,
more than capable of running down a druggie or taking out a burglar with his
bare hands. He knew exactly how to use every muscle. His neck and shoulders
corded and flexed, effortlessly shifting her higher on the wall.
“No condom,” she whispered, winding her fingers in the
short, dark hair at the base of his neck. “Just you, Spike.”
Half in play but also deadly serious, he snarled and snapped
his teeth at her ear. He gripped her shoulder in his jaws, biting this side of
pain, and she couldn’t suppress the delicious shiver that rocked her body
against his. With a brutal thrust, he shoved inside her so hard that a cry tore
out of her throat.
He knew exactly what she liked, how much she could take. He
certainly knew how slick and wet she was for him. The only problem—it’d been
too long for him too. After a few thrusts, he shuddered and poured into her.
Panic made her pulse flutter like a butterfly trapped in a
glass. Need pounded inside her as strong as his thrusts, demanding, hammering
for attention. Her skin was raw and tender like she’d rolled around in broken
glass. Swollen and so damned tight, she wanted to scream at him for finishing
so quickly.
“Damn you.” She clawed his back hard enough he grunted and
thudded inside her on another pulse. “God, I need you so bad. What am I
supposed to do now?”
He actually had the audacity to laugh . “You’re
insatiable, Vik.”
Furious, desperate emotion tore through her like a
hurricane. He’d said she was like a hungry crocodile. Maybe he was tired of
trying to keep her satisfied. Maybe that’s why she suddenly found herself
attracted to two men. Need and shame twisted inside her, ugly and painful. She
shoved at his chest and threw her elbow at his throat. The more he tried to
contain her struggles, the harder she fought him.
In a smooth move they must teach at the police academy, he
flipped her over and used his weight to pin her against the wall. Awkwardly,
she flailed back at him with both arms, but he snagged first one wrist and then
the other in the small of her back. The more she squirmed, the higher he pushed
her arms until her muscles quivered and her shoulders burned with pain.
“I’ve got you, babe,” he whispered in a devilishly
relaxed—fully satiated—voice. “You know I’ll take good, long, hard care of
you.”
Panting, she pushed out her hips and arched her back,
grinding herself against him, but he’d chosen this position deliberately. He
had full access to her body, but she couldn’t bring herself much pleasure against
him. “Seems like your long, hard care is over already.”
“You know long and hard will be back soon enough.” He
scattered feather-light caresses on her ear, cheek, neck, and shoulder, a
torment. “I had your boy slammed up against the wall like this last night. When
you kissed him, did you trap him like this? Did you hold him down?”
“No, I kissed him, that’s all.”
“That’s all.” He shifted his grip on her wrists to his left
hand, freeing his right. “Then you didn’t take as good care of him as I’m going
to give to you.”
Dread and anticipation coiled in her stomach. She was primed
and loaded for bear, more than ready to detonate. A ticking bomb throbbed and
hummed inside her. In this mood, he might torment her a long, long time before
he gave her what she wanted.
Lightly, he traced his fingertips over her right breast,
tickling her skin, driving her insane. Growling beneath her
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