Deadly Silence (Blood Brothers #1)(57)

Oops. Too much. Definitely too much.

His fingers flexed on her hips and he yanked her down until her butt hit his thighs. Pleasure edged with pain surged through her, vibrating with raw pleasure. She sucked in air, and her eyes widened. Move. Oh God, he had to move. She wiggled her butt and dug in her nails, trying to lift back up.

He held her still. He grinned and her heart stopped.

Her sex fluttered around him, and heat uncoiled deep inside her. “Ryker,” she breathed.

Keeping one hand clamped around her hip, he slid his other down over her abdomen and kept going until his thumb brushed her clit.

Electricity.

She pressed her lips together to keep from whimpering. When she was a little more in control, she breathed out. “Oh, I like the dangerous side of you.” Her body was one huge nerve of need as she gave him the truth.

He smiled. “You’re far more dangerous than I could ever be. Sexy and smart…and so damn sweet you kill me sometimes.”

Those words from him. They gave her power and trust. A shiver wound down her back. She flashed him a smile right as her nails dug into his chest, wanting to push him a little.

He didn’t even wince. Instead, he pressed hard on her clit and then rubbed. “Sheath the claws or I will.”

She gasped and gyrated against him. “No.”

He released her clit and grabbed his belt from his discarded jeans. Her eyes widened. Wait. Oops. Crap. While she tried to draw back, he secured her wrists and quickly bound them behind her back.

“Hey.” She struggled against the leather and couldn’t release them. A startled laugh, one full of joy and surprise, erupted from her. Heat flared through her so fast she swayed.

The pads of his fingers grazed her hips and moved up to her breasts to tweak both nipples. The small pain bit into her, and she groaned. So much. Way too much. Then his thighs widened more, and she lost any sense of being in control.

She had to fight to remain upright and not fall forward onto him, and in doing so, her internal muscles clenched along his hard length.

His eyes turned molten. “You’re stunning, Zara.” Keeping her gaze captive, he ran his thumb across his tongue and then reached out to rub her clit, his thumb rough and worn. He scraped across her delicate tissue, caressing and rubbing, giving no mercy. She moved against him, so close but nowhere near enough. Little tremors cascaded inside her, catching on his shaft.

He grinned again. “I could do this every day for the rest of my life.”

She chuckled. “It would kill me.” She couldn’t get her balance enough to lift up and down, having to satisfy herself by gyrating against his hand.

“Then the world would become too dark for any of us.”

Sometimes he was so sweet she didn’t know what to say. So she remained in place, trusting him with this new level of…them. He was fun in bed even while torturing her so perfectly. Maybe she did trust him completely. When had that happened? “This is different, right?” It wasn’t just Ryker… It was them. Vulnerability assailed her for the briefest of moments.

His gaze darkened. “Yeah, baby. This is just you and me… It’s better than anything else in the world.” He played with her breasts again, his hands rough but his hold nearly gentle.

Her heart thumped hard. Yeah. It was them. No matter what happened, they had this, and it was special.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He reached around, grazed down, and grasped her buttocks, separating them just enough to give her pause.

Hunger clawed through her. “You. All of you.”

“You have me.” A quick flick of his wrists, and he unleashed her hands. She barely had time to move them in front of her before he grabbed her waist, flipped them both so she lay on her back, and pulled out only to hammer back in her. Hard.

She arched against him, her breasts brushing his chest. How could anything real feel so good? “Oh God.”

He kissed her, his tongue diving in, his mouth stealing every bit of her. Finally, he lifted his head. “Zara. Feel me,” he whispered. A muscle twitched in his cut jaw, and determination of the dangerously masculine kind was stamped hard on his features. Tension, dominant and hot, swelled through the steam. Need. She could see that he needed her. Way more than want…and it was a gift.

His cock pulsed inside her, every damn ridge filling her. Oh, she felt him, and not just in her body. He knew it, too.

Her body thrummed to the point of pain, right on the edge. Her heart turned over, so she gave him what they both wanted. She knew what he wanted, what he perhaps needed. Maybe she could make him whole, too. “I feel you, Ryker Jones. All of you,” she said softly.

His entire body stilled, and his eyes flared a heated green through the blue. He slid an arm up her back to grasp the nape of her neck in an unrelenting hold. His other hand anchored her hip, and her hands were trapped against his chest.

She. Couldn’t. Move.

She gasped, and a fine tremor shook her. So much need.

“That’s my girl,” he said. Then he started to move, fast and deliberate, increasing in speed until there was nothing but his body inside hers.

She curled her fingers into his skin, completely open to him. He moved her where he wanted her, hammering inside her, unerringly hitting her clit with each hard thrust. A live wire uncoiled inside her, sparking out. She detonated, her body stiffening, raw fire catching her unaware. She cried out his name as the waves took her under.