Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(17)

If he shoved her legs apart, there would be a wet spot on her panties. He knew right where it would be. And he’d want to palm that wet cotton and slide it up and down her clit. If he allowed himself that privilege, he wouldn’t stop until her back was bumping against the steering wheel.

“No more,” he growled at her mouth. “That’s enough.”

“Not enough,” she panted, her fingers fidgeting with the collar of his T-shirt. “You haven’t given me enough yet.” Those hazel eyes were packed full of challenge as she twisted around in his lap—choking the breath from his lungs—and pushed open the driver’s side door. She hopped out onto the dirt ground and threw a sultry look over her shoulder that had the impact of a right cross. “I guess I’ll just take care of the rest myself.”

Oh f*ck no. That hadn’t just happened. Ailish had warned him. She’d told him teasing was her thing, but he hadn’t expected it to put him on his proverbial knees. Not when she came across so innocent and sympathetic. She sure as hell wasn’t sympathetic toward him right now—because he was going to need a medic just watching her walk. That short floaty skirt of hers swung up beneath her ass with every step she took toward the cabin, lapping at the underside of those cheeks. Cheeks that had been wiggling around on his hard dick a few seconds ago. Goddamn, she moved like she wanted it. Wanted it bad. And apparently he’d been programmed with the responsibility to give it to her.

Resist.

Across the courtyard, two men stood looking under the hood of a truck, but when they caught sight of Ailish, their heads whipped around faster than a washing machine spin cycle. Henrik didn’t bother biting back his growl as he shut off the truck and followed Ailish toward the cabin, transferring eye contact between the two men as he went. Yeah, she isn’t staying alone, so don’t even think about it.

Henrik reached the cabin door just as Ailish pushed it open. He expected her to walk straight in, but instead she did the worst thing imaginable. There was a white envelope on the threshold with the rental company’s logo and the word “Invoice” stamped on the front. So naturally, Ailish bent over to pick it up, without even having the decency to bend her knees. And after an hour of being hyperaware of the garment’s abbreviated length, Henrik knew what would be exposed to anyone who happened to be watching outside. His only option was to step forward and hide her backside with his lap and upper thighs.

“Motherf*cker.” The shield of her skirt was gone, leaving only the barrier of his jeans…and almost nothing to the imagination. A warm * and taut thighs that looked flexible enough to spread with ease. She was curved to take a man the roughest way possible, and his body responded with rampant enthusiasm. Because of the innate sweetness she cloaked herself in, Henrik had never allowed himself to fantasize about taking Ailish in this position. He was a large man and was well used to holding back half his strength during sex. But Christ, presented with a stance that would be so easy to maintain with two steps forward, where he could push her facedown onto the bed and take, take…his composure tilted and swayed.

After an eternity Ailish straightened, a move that slid her cheeks down his erection. Instead of stepping away, she pushed up on her toes and arched her back, fitting into the notch of his lap, but in a standing position this time. And if he’d been wearing handcuffs, he would have broken straight through them. Nothing could keep his right arm from wrapping around her waist, lifting her higher, using her body to place pressure on his throbbing cock. Ailish made a little mewling noise that sounded like his name, and he lost it. He f*cking lost it.

Henrik kicked the door shut and walked Ailish farther into the cabin. “Hands on the dresser.” As she followed his instructions, Henrik pulled her hair aside to attack her neck with bites. “You want to tease me, you do it right.”

He could see her reflection in the bathroom mirror, just a couple yards away. There was no trepidation or indecision on her face, just the fading of relief…the beginnings of bliss. This girl really did love acting the temptation, and maybe that should have irritated him. Or made him worry for the future of his sanity. Right now, it only turned him the f*ck on. She was his naughty girl to endure. Bring it on.

“Tell me how it feels when you come,” he breathed into her ear. “It’ll make me so f*cking hard.”

Ailish’s body dipped on a moan, but he caught her, instructing her with a growl to get her hands back on the dresser. “It can get harder than it is now?”

“It gets so damn hard, Lish.” His mouth moved in her hair, harassing the back of her neck, her shoulders. “That few minutes before I let it bust, you would be screaming for me to stop into your pillow. But you’d be spreading your legs wider for it. You wouldn’t want to let all that hard go to waste. I wouldn’t let you, either.”

“Oh…oh wow.” Their bodies breathed together—in and out in heavy gulps—for long moments before she spoke. “I…it always starts in my knees. I don’t know if that’s right or not, but it does. Like a ticklish feeling.”

“Mmm.” Henrik’s left hand slipped down the back of Ailish’s thigh, massaging the back of her knee, savoring the shaking whimper his touch produced. “Keep going.”

Her head fell to the side as Henrik licked across her shoulder. “H’ohhh. That feels…” He watched her hands flex on the dresser, would have smiled if he wasn’t in pain. “Um. I-I squeeze my thighs really tight around my hand…”