She almost splintered then and there, but again he denied her, lifting his head to smile hedonistically down at her. “Oh, no, baby. We’re going together. Get ready for a rough ride.”
One strong arm went under her thigh and slid down to lodge behind her knee, lifting it up and outwards, his other arm doing the same, making her gasp as he moved over her, his movements making her hips roll up, leaving her open to his marauding body.
“Rick,” she began hazily, a touch apprehensively. “I don’t think – oh God!”
One thrust and he was in her, his sac hard against her bottom, the root of his manhood against her opening, his shaft deep inside, so deep she thought she’d feel him there forever. He touched her inside and out, surrounding her outwardly with his strength and scent, inwardly with his shaft and the seed even now leaking from the tip.
His teeth were a flash of white sin in the dimness, his humour dark with passion and edged with cupiscence. “All mine,” he rasped, and then he started moving.
To say he took her would be wrong. To say he took her ravenously was correct. He pumped into her hard, his arms locked under her knees as easily as if she was a slender reed. His strength awed her, but so did his voracity for her. It was there in the glitter of his eyes, in the carnal words he whispered to her, in every hard thrust of his body in and against her.
He pushed her libido higher, torched her desire, made her passion burn out of control. She couldn’t twine her arms around his neck and hold him close, he had total control of her body, but she grabbed his forearms, her short nails digging into the muscles bunching beneath the hair-roughened skin.
Power in his arms, in his words, in every hard pump of his hips, and in the shaft that surged so hotly inside her. Power in the way he took her, keeping her helpless for his pleasure while searing her own until she wanted to scream with shattered nerves and overwhelmed sensation.
It hit her from every side. The power of him, the desire, the heat of pure sex that seemed so much more, the way he made her feel so beautiful, so wanton, so desirable. The way he hungered – lusted – after her.
His hips pumped harder, every slide of his thick shaft in her clasping sheath yet another match for the already burning fire inside her. It scorched out, filling her, surging upward with delicious, prickling heat, taking her over, burning her up, and she flared out, a fiery flame in a universe of heat and carnal hunger.
She burned out of control, exploding with Rick’s name on her lips.
Dimly she felt the hot tide of seed bursting deep inside her, coating her inner walls, and a hard body that jerked against her, into her, sending her out into a fiery void she thought would surely burn her up in delicious prurience.
Chapter Seven
Shifting the furniture he’d had in storage would have been a lot worse if Tim hadn’t come around to help him, and brought a friend as well.
Mike was introduced as a cop, and with his bear of a build and quiet yet almost threatening demeanour, Rick could believe that not many smart-arses gave him lip. Mike was a cop with danger written all over him. In fact “Don’t mess with me” was practically stamped on his forehead.
“Does he always scowl like that?” Rick watched Mike pick up an armchair without breaking a sweat and move it indoors.
Tim grinned. “He’s got a new neighbour.”
“Must be a hell of a neighbour.”
“You have no idea.”
“Must be a mighty stupid neighbour to annoy him like that.”
“You have no idea.” Tim winked. “Female.”
“Ahhhh.” Rick nodded sympathetically. Now that he could understand. Cherry was tying him up in knots.
“Speaking of females.” Tim leaned against the veranda post and folded his arms across his chest. “How is the pursuit of the fair maiden going?”
“It’s getting there.” Rick grinned cockily. “Failure isn’t an option.”
“Want to bet?” Mike rumbled as he came out of the door, the t-shirt he wore stretched over his massive muscles.
Now, Rick thought, if he were a female, he’d be intimidated by another female’s better-than-average physique. Instead, being a bloke, he was cool about it, though he did a quick check of his own biceps and took satisfaction in the impressive swells of them.
Okay, maybe there was a little un-coolness in his check, but hey, he was human.
“Manage to get her on a date yet?” Tim queried.
Mike picked up his carton of iced coffee and took several deep swallows. Rick was pretty sure that’s all it would take to drain it. The carton looked like a dinky box in that massive paw.
“Had pizza last night, as a matter of fact,” he answered, then grinned. Widely. Very widely.