I nodded, watching him a bit warily as he stood from the couch and strode toward me intently. He took my hand, his callused one engulfing it as he towed me toward the stairs.
“What are we doing?” I asked in confusion.
“I’m taking you to bed. Whatever’s got you all worked up, I’m gonna work it outta you up there. Then we’ll talk,” he stated with sensual authority.
My breath caught as my heart pounded in response. Apparently my brief hesitation wasn’t fast enough for him, and without warning, he hoisted me up over his shoulder.
I let out a squeak of surprise that was met with a firm slap on the rear. “Quiet.”
This was an entirely new level of alpha, and I couldn’t deny that I liked it.
A lot.
He carried me up the stairs and down the hall to my room, closing the door behind us and locking it. He stalked toward the edge of the bed before sliding me down his body, allowing me to feel every firm ridge of him as he placed me on my feet, his hands gripping my hips.
I stared up at him, seeing the lust and need I felt reflected back at me through his gaze.
In a moment of surprising bravery, I took a step back from him and pulled my shirt over my head. His nostrils flared, pupils dilating as I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down and off until I was standing in front of him in nothing but my lavender bra and matching panties.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his gaze sweeping over me with raw appreciation that fueled my confidence.
I slid my hands under his black tee, exploring the smooth skin and firm muscle that I’d ached to touch ever since I first caught sight of him. He reached around to his back and with one hand yanked it off, allowing me the full view of his gorgeous torso. My hands smoothed over his broad chest greedily, my fingertips tracking down his stomach and in between that delicious V before landing on his belt buckle. His hand came over mine, squeezing, and I looked at him questioningly.
“I have a very loose hold on my control,” he warned. “And if you touch me right now, this is going to go a hell of a lot faster than I want it to. Lie back for me.” The command was gentle but not to be questioned. My entire body trembled as I gave myself over to him completely, lying back on the bed and awaiting his next move.
For a few seconds he just stared at me, his hands caressing up and down my legs. With his expression clouded with lust, I’d never felt so desired. Or so turned on. If he didn’t make a move soon, I wouldn’t be able to stop from begging.
His fingers swept over my breasts, tweaking each nipple with just a bite of pain, something I’d never known I liked or needed. Goose bumps broke out across my skin as he continued his journey down my stomach. “You want me here?” he murmured, his thumb tracing over my panty-covered core.
I quaked in response, my hips lifting of their own accord. “Yes,” I rasped desperately.
His hands moved up to my face, his thumb caressing my bottom lip. “How about here?”
I nodded eagerly, my tongue sweeping out to swirl around his thumb.
His nostrils flared, his gaze locked on my mouth. “Fuck.” He dropped over me, his body nestled between my thighs. When he pressed himself against me, allowing me to feel just how much he wanted me, we both let out a groan.
His mouth met mine in a passionate kiss as he reached around, removing my bra. I pressed my heels into his backside, wanting more pressure, needing it. His body over mine, engulfing me, didn’t make me feel small—I felt incredibly powerful. And like this was exactly where and with whom I was supposed to be.
I let out a small whine that was quickly replaced with a moan when he took my nipple in his mouth, pulling hard. My fingers twisted into his hair, pulling him even closer.
His tongue swirled over my breasts, moving to my stomach, and then finally, he reached my panties. I nearly cried with relief when he didn’t hesitate in pulling them off, his mouth taking me in a sensual onslaught that had me pressing a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries.
With one hand he unbuckled his pants, shoving them midway down his thighs as he continued to devour me.
I was distantly aware of him putting on a condom as my thighs shook with the oncoming orgasm. A moment before I went over the edge, he moved up my body, thrusting inside me. Still partially clothed, his muscular arms braced at either side of my head, the raw desire in his face as he stared down at me was nearly overwhelming. The fact that this gorgeous, powerful man wanted me and shared that fact so openly had a wave of emotion coursing through me. His name was a broken rasp on my tongue as I went over the edge.
“Another one,” he gritted out, his muscles straining as his powerful body took mine. “I need another one.”
In one fluid motion, he flipped me to my front, hauling my hips up, and in the next breath he was taking me from behind. I sucked in a breath at the new angle as the bed inched across the floor from the power of his thrusts. He smacked my behind, and I quaked under him, almost fearful of what was building inside me.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunted. “I’ve got you,” he encouraged. “Get there.”
He reached around and slid a finger over my bundle of nerves. That was all I needed. I shrieked into the pillow as I went over, with him following seconds later, his low groan of release the most satisfying sound I’d ever heard. I collapsed to my belly, and he followed, his weight reassuring as we both panted for breath.
When I shifted slightly, he rolled off, pulling me against his front so we were spooning. “Holy shit,” he panted. “Didn’t even take my pants all the way off.”
I burst out laughing as he squeezed my hip and nuzzled my neck. Finally, he sat up, pulling his boots and socks off and his jeans the rest of the way down his legs while I admired the view. He turned to look at me over his shoulder. “Come on, baby, let’s shower.”