Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(36)

We bounce off walls, knocking down my college degree and random décor before he finally finds my room. He tosses me backwards onto my bed and eagerly starts taking off his jacket, his jaw tight, eyes gazing at me hungrily.

His shirt is soaked, clinging to his chest and outlining his pecs and abs. His jeans are drenched, making them hang even lower, revealing that V shape you only see in magazines.

“Jillian.” My name comes out husky across his lips, and my eyes sweep to his. His head is lowered, his wet hair hanging in his face. Those eyes shine like an animal’s caught in headlights. It’s almost scary, but attractive. “You keep looking at me like that and this is going to go quickly. I don’t want it to go quickly.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, blinking rapidly.

He grins, rubbing his hand up and down his toned stomach beneath his shirt.

“Do you want me?”

I swallow, watching him closely. He looks dangerous, sexy, forbidden. Gripping his shirt, he brings it above his head, my eyes landing on his washboard abs and menacing tattoos. Holy mother of God. He is the definition of a bad boy.

He crawls onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Answer me. Do. You. Want. Me?” Each word comes out slow and strong, laced with erotic promise. Reaching forward, he grips the back of my neck as he sits on his heels, his strong hold bringing me to my knees. “I need to hear that you want me, that you want my cock.” He pulls my head forward, my lips nearly touching his. I lean further into him, trying to bring my mouth to his, but he pulls away. His mouth is parted in a cocky way, his eyes smiling.

Not kissing him, not touching him—it’s agonizingly painful.

My body begins to sweat, sensitive to touch.

“Not until you say it,” he counters. “I want to know that you want me as much as I want you. That we share a common risk.”

Biting my bottom lip, a million responses cross my mind. But I feel drunk, lost with lust and ardor, and words spill from my mouth before I can filter them. “I want you so f*cking bad, it hurts,” I whimper, my body wracked with withdrawal. My voice choked, and my breathing out of control. I just need to touch him, feel his heat against my body.

“You dumb woman.” The words come out so breathy I’m not sure I hear them right.

Like a match striking its flame, he falls in to me, our bodies pulling to each other like a magnetic force. Lightning strikes and thunder roars as we give in to what we want. Guilt and second thoughts gone with what the world has told us to feel, told us to think. We don’t care. I don’t care.

His palms wrap around my tits, and a sigh ripples through my chest. His mouth catches my cries, divulging my thirst for more contact. I rest my hands on his hard chest; it’s beaded with sweat to the touch. The warmth from his skin against mine makes me want to skip this whole foreplay stuff and just have him inside of me already. I have never felt like this, so out of control. The crush I had with Deputy Quick Dick is nothing compared to this.

This is obsession.

This is infatuation.

This is addiction.

It’s raw, real, and is going to destroy me in the end.

My hands find his damp jeans, my fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. His hand leaves my swollen tit, grabbing the back of my head, his grip claiming me as his, controlling me in every way that he wants.

Finally getting his pants undone, I shove them past his hips and grab his firm ass cheeks with both hands. The act is so brazen and foreign to me, but rewarding. They’re smooth and muscular, my strong grip making him moan. He slowly pulls his mouth from mine and nips at my jaw.

“Lie down,” he rasps, his tone giving away how affected he is. My eyes open lazily, finding him staring at me, his own eyes hooded with desire. “Do as I say, baby.” Not wanting to give in so easily, I do what he says anyway and lie back on the bed.

. Laying back I see his jeans are lowered over his ass cheeks, slightly showing the patch of pubic hair that exceeds down the front of his jeans, the peak of his shaft barely visible.

He backs off the bed, his head lowered; he’s looking at me with passion and longing. Pulling his jeans down further, his cock pops out at full attention. My eyes widen, and I can’t help but sit up. It was beyond big when it was hard and trapped beneath his jeans. But now… It’s really big. Colossal. Monstrous. The girth of it makes my body tense at the thought of it going inside of me.

He fists his cock, his own hand barely able to fit around it. He strokes himself, watching my reaction. I’ve heard of men who are hung like porn stars, but to actually have one standing in my bedroom? It’s almost as terrifying as it is enticing.

He steps forward and my panicked eyes dart from his length to his eyes. He kneels on the bed, kicking his boots off then his jeans.

“You okay?” he whispers, the corner of his mouth raising. I nod a little too quickly and swallow. “You sure? We can stop.” He tucks an errant strand of hair from my face. Who is this man? Where is the evil man society deemed unredeemable? It’s as if he’s a different person when around me, not at all the man I was taught to despise.

“I’m sure.”

“That was your save point. There’s no going back now. I won’t stop, won’t be able to.” He shakes his head, and I smile. There’s my bad boy.

He straddles me, the head of his cock pressing into my thigh. My mouth parts and my breathing picks back up. His hand slips under the waist of my sweatpants, and I close my eyes.