Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(176)

His eyes dance with mischief as he kisses the corner of my mouth and then the other corner. ‘Watch your mouth. I’m trying to be reasonable.’ He circles his groin and hits just the right spot.

‘Don’t be!’ I blurt.

He pulls back, his perfect frown line perfectly in place. He ponders my demand for a few seconds. ‘You don’t want me to be reasonable?’

‘No.’ I’m getting a little breathy. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

‘So, let me clarify this. I’m a little confused.’ He rolls his hips into me, unearthing a persistent thump in my groin. ‘You really don’t want me to be reasonable?’ he asks.

Thrust!

‘No!’

‘I see.’ He slip’s his finger into the edge of my knickers and skims my tight bud of nerves lightly, sending me through the roof. ‘Carte Blanche?’ he asks.

‘Yes!’

‘Well, now you’re just giving me mixed signals.’ he says, all controlled as he slips his thumb across my flesh. ‘I love how wet you are for me.’

‘Please, Jesse!’ My back arches and all discomfort has been replaced with sexual anticipation. I’m bubbling.

He inserts one long finger and pushes up on the front wall of my entrance. ‘Soft, hot and made just for me.’ He yanks the cup of my bra down with his spare hand and flicks my already stiff nipple into a bullet. ‘My mark is fading.’ he muses to himself as he latches onto to my breast, biting and sucking. ‘We don’t want you forgetting who you belong to, do we?’

I moan as he replaces one finger with two. ‘Ohhhhhh!’

‘Do we, Ava?’

‘No.’ I breathe.

He clamps down on my nipple and scrapes his teeth over the end, sending shots of pleasure straight down to my core. ‘I love how receptive you are to my touch. It gives me the power.’ Two fingers turn into three, and with his back in such a mess, I resort to grasping the sheets. ‘Does that feel good?’ He works his fingers in and out of me, circling and thrusting as he watches me undulate under him.

‘So good.’ My voice is shaky. I really need this.

‘Open your eyes, Ava. Let me see them when you come for me.’

I peel my eyes open and locate his gaze as he continues to work me up into a despairing mess. ‘Kiss me.’ I order, my hips meeting his hand thrusts. I’m going to fall apart and I need his mouth on me,

‘Who has the power, Ava?’ he asks under half hooded eyes. ‘Tell me who has the power.’

‘You do.’

‘Good girl.’ He lifts up and smashes his lips to mine, circling his thumb on my tight knot of nerves, prompting my hands to fly to his hair and grab on for dear life as he kisses me hard, working me to climax. His tongue rolls around my mouth, firm but slow, harsh but worshipfully.

He’s making me remember.

His firm chest pressed into my side, his wonderful mouth all over mine and his long, talented fingers working me, has my body solidifying, my mind going blank and my soul reinstated. I’m complete again. A long rippling wave whips through me, and I gasp into his mouth, my body shaking uncontrollably as I hit my climax.

‘Only for me.’ He growls the words I know he absolutely means, his carnal possession of my body making me weak with lust. ‘Only ever for me, do you understand?’

‘Yes.’ I sigh and go lax beneath him, the roaring blood starting to clear from my ears.

‘Up you get.’ He links my arms around his neck. ‘Get those fabulous legs around my waist.’

I conform and wrap myself around him, letting him lift me from the bed. He strides towards the bedroom door. ‘Where are we going?’ I ask, hope blossoming at the potential of a Jesse style row.

‘My office.’

Oh? ‘Wait!’ I shout abruptly.

He halts instantly. ‘What’s the matter?’

‘Take me to the wardrobe.’

‘Why?’

‘Because we need a condom.’

‘What?’ He’s shocked.

‘We need a condom.’ I repeat, even though I know damn well he heard me right.

‘I don’t have any.’ he spits the words out.

Oh, he’s so guilty. ‘You do. In the wardrobe.’ I should be flying off the handle at him; his tense body suggests he is fully expecting it. He knows that I know.

‘Ava, I don’t do condoms with you.’

‘Then we don’t have sex.’ I shrug against him. He is so digging himself a hole.

‘Excuse me?’ He pulls back and hits me with a disgusted look.

I’m fighting to maintain a straight face when I should be furious at the potential of him hiding my pills, but I can’t be. He’s a f*cking enigma, I don’t think I’ll ever work him out. ‘You heard.’ I say casually.

His disgusted look transforms into a mighty scowl. ‘For f*ck sake.’ He makes for the wardrobe with me in his tight clinch, releasing one arm from me and immediately locating the condoms he claimed he didn’t have while grumbling the whole time. He really does want me pregnant. I’ll be fighting him hard on that matter, although it may already be too late. What will I do? I can’t even think about it. All I can do is quietly hope.

‘You know, my mark is fading too.’ I say, looking down at his pec as he takes us from the bedroom.