Desperate Girls (Wolfe Security #1)(90)

“You won’t freak me out.”

He eased closer. “I’ll scare you.”

“You don’t scare me.” She looked up at him, and his hand curved around her breast. His other hand slid around her waist and brought her in tight against him.

“Brynn?”

“What?”

“You are so fucking sexy. You have no idea.” He crushed his mouth down on hers before she could respond.

Her whole body caught fire. From his mouth and his hands and his hard body pressed against her. His kiss was hungry and insistent, and she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him back the same way. He tasted like she remembered—that sharp, male Erik taste, only mixed with bourbon now. It reminded her of everything she’d been yearning for for days.

What had they been doing, wasting all this time? All these nights, they could have been together, and he’d stoically held her at a distance and kept all this delicious need locked up when they could have been enjoying it. Just the thought infuriated her, and she curled her nails into his neck and kissed him harder.

She bit his lip, and he jerked back.

“Ouch.”

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” He kissed her again, harder and deeper, and his hands slid around to grip her butt. She rolled her hips against him, making him groan, as she scraped her nails down the back of his arm.

She went up on her tiptoes and kissed his neck, right under his ear. “I’m mad at you.”

“I can tell.”

He took her mouth in another searing kiss, lifting her up as he did and wrapping her legs around him. She thought he’d take her to the bed, but he turned her back against the wall, pinning her there as he pulled at her shirt. A quick yank of the fabric. Buttons flew, and then she was bared to him. He dipped his head down and cupped her breast, pulling her nipple into his hot mouth.

“Erik.” She tightened her legs around him. “Harder.”

Heat shot through her as he did what she asked. She reached down for the hem of his T-shirt, and he paused what he was doing to pull it over his head and toss it away. But then he was back again, stroking his hands over her breasts and making her crazy.

She loved everything he was doing to her, with his mouth and his fingers and the weight of his body. She reached between them, fumbling with his belt until she finally got it open. He shifted her in his arms and unfastened his pants, and she reached down to free him from his clothes. When she had him in her hand, she gave a hard squeeze that made him groan.

He took her mouth, delving his tongue inside her as he clutched her hips. She wanted him now, just like this. He paused to look at her and seemed to know what she wanted, because he adjusted her weight, leaning her back against the wall as he lowered her onto him. Pleasure blazed through her, and she tipped her head.

“Yes. More.”

He shifted her hips as she clasped her legs around him. And then he started moving, pushing into her over and over, pressing her against the wall.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

Only he was. But it was a good hurt. The more power he unleashed, the more she wanted. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as it went on and on, until she felt the room start to spin.

Was this what he’d thought would scare her? It didn’t. It felt so amazingly good, and right, and she couldn’t believe they’d resisted this. She kissed his shoulder, tasting his salty skin. Then she sank her teeth into muscle, spurring him on.

The tension inside her coiled tighter. She clenched herself around him, pulling him as close as she could, until she shattered and broke apart, and he seemed to know the instant it happened, because he went rigid, holding her through the aftershocks.

She let her head fall back against the wall. He pulled away and looked at her, his gaze intense.

Shifting her weight to one arm, he held her against him as he got rid of his pants and walked her the few steps to the bed. He lowered them onto it and kissed her forehead.

“Still with me?”

She nodded dazedly, coming down to earth, and he settled his weight on her and started a new, completely different rhythm. She held on to his shoulders, trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t, though, because he was moving against her, deep and slow, building the fire all over again.

She closed her eyes and slid her hands over his arms, then up his back, loving the ripple of muscles under her hands, the sheer power of his body.

“Brynn.”

She opened her eyes. He brushed her hair from her forehead, and the heat in his gaze sent a surge of joy through her. She’d never felt so desired, ever. And she’d never desired someone like this, with every cell of her body and every corner of her soul.

“More,” she whispered.

He obliged, moving harder and faster as she clutched him to her and let the desperate need build and build.

“Erik.”

“Tell me.”

“Now. Now.”

He drove into her, smashing her world apart all over again as they came together this time. Then he collapsed onto his elbows, pinning her under him.

She stroked her hands down his sides, savoring his weight on her. His skin was slick and hot, and she felt happy knowing she’d done that to him.

He pulled away and rolled onto his back. She lay there, catching her breath. Then she rolled over and reached for him, but he got out of bed.