Objective (Bloodlines #2)(54)

"Steal it back then," I declare before dropping my hands and stalking away angrily. I need time to think. I need to figure out a plan. I get as far as the balcony door when she rushes me from behind, tackling me to the ground.

“What the f*ck?” I squawk in surprise as she seamlessly repositions herself on top of me. Her thighs straddle my waist and her hair is haphazardly hanging loosely from her elastic. I’ve never seen anything more attractive. I buck my hips to dislodge her but she adjusts her weight to stay where she is. She rears back and punches me in the face harder than I’ve ever been hit by any guy before. My hips buck wildly and my hands fly to my face to try to avoid more pain. FUCK. My face hurts. Blood trickles in the back of my throat, no doubt from a broken nose.

“There is no stealing it back, you animal! I loved you. I loved us! I died the day I thought you died!” she wails, beating my gut like a speed bag. She’s strong and determined and she’s pummeling me.

“MAGS!” I boom. I startle her just long enough to roll one hip to the side while pushing her in the opposite direction. She loses her hold on me and scrambles to her feet. She’s not fast enough though. I grab her, wrapping my arms around her and pinning her elbows to her sides. I hoist her up and carry her to the bedroom.

“Dammit, Cane, put me down!” she squeals, kicking wildly at me.

“As you wish,” I grunt and throw her on to the bed roughly. She scurries onto her knees and stares wild-eyed at me.

“What the shit!?”

Are you done with your pity party now?” I bark back.

“It’s not a pity party, you ass, it’s my life!” Her arms flail wildly as she squawks at me. I approach the bed with swift determination. She doesn’t see it. I have to make her see it. I put one knee on the end of the bed near where she sits and reach out to her. She leans away escaping my touch and it snaps something in me. Diving head first at her I tackle her to the bed with her legs pinned under her butt.

“You are f*cking beautiful,” I growl, inches from her mouth. She’s silent and unmoving as she stares up at me, mouth hanging open. “Your eyes are pure sex. Your lips are like silk.” I dip down and brush my mouth over hers lightly. Her breath is warm and light. “Your heart, Jesus, Mags, your f*cking soul is what saved me.” Her neck cranes forward as she attacks my mouth. She bites my bottom lip, drawing it out and I lose it. She wrecks me. I unpin her arms and they immediately come up wrapping around me, pulling me to her. Her kisses are vicious and rough like she has something to prove. I kiss her back just as hard. When she runs her hands up under my shirt, dragging her nails, a deep groan escapes me. I yank her shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind me before rearing up and jerking her shorts down her smooth legs. She pulls her bra off and attacks me, lunging forward until she's squashed against me. Her hands are everywhere, moving too fast. My shirt is lifted over my head and tossed aside. There is so much time lost between us, so much pent up sexual tension, it seems to be flooding us both. Her movements show her need for me. She may have changed but so have I, we can still make this work.

I can’t process all the different sensations as she mauls me. Her lips hit my earlobe, neck, and work their way to my chest. Jesus, she’s trying to kill me. I’m panting and need to gain my control back. I push her back roughly, stopping her exploration, and shuck my jeans off. “Lay back,” I demand. She does as I wish, reclining onto her back and watching me heatedly. I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pull them off in one swift motion before crawling over her. “Don’t move,” I command. Her eyes bug out and she shudders slightly but stays still. I trail my finger lightly from her mouth to her collarbone, down over her breast, and flick her hard nipple. She squirms but doesn’t really move. I continue dragging my finger from her breast down her taut belly to that sweet spot where her hip meets her upper thigh. I shove my knee in between her legs, spreading her wide, and let my finger lightly run down her center. She’s so wet. Goddamn. She whines and wiggles her hips. “I said don't. Move,” I clip, moving my finger back up her belly. She’s panting hard and looks like she’s being tortured. I hover over her and lick her neck slowly from collar to ear. “Cane,” she whimpers. One hand goes between her legs and I slip a finger inside her while I lightly bite her neck and work my way south.

Her hands come to my head, clutching my hair, and shove me lower. I stop everything and glare at her. She lets her hand fall to her sides and closes her eyes. “Cane?” she whines as I move away from her. I jump up and grab my shirt before returning to her. “Sit,” I state. She complies, curiosity taking over her features. I reach behind her head and tie the shirt over her eyes. “No...” she whispers.

“Trust me.” I lay her back down and start my crusade to taste every last inch of her body again. Her body trembles the lower I explore. I swirl my tongue at the sensitive spot just at the top of her inner thigh and relish the way her body shakes. I spread her wide, using my fingers, to expose everything. Fuck. Her scent is sweet. Her thighs are quivering as if strained. I dive in, tongue first, tasting her. She cries out something inaudible but I don’t pause or stop. I can get enough of her taste, the way she's shaking and whimpering. I’m hard as a rock from just the way she's wiggling under my tongue. I nibble, suck and lick her clit repeatedly until her back arches up off the bed and she lets out a low groan of pleasure. Kissing my way back up I move the shirt from her eyes and kiss her. “Do you taste how good you are?” I ask. Her nails drag down my back painfully before she slips a hand between us and grabs my dick firmly. I look down between us and can’t help but suck in a sharp breath. Her small soft hand methodically moves up and down my shaft until my hips start pumping into her hand on their own. She angles her hips up, pushing her heels into the mattress and slips me inside of her.