Hunted(8)

That’s it. Just tell him she wanted him. Oh, how simple he made it sound. To admit so, would be to accept his dominance, to relinquish control and give into submission.

The idea tantalized her wicked sensibilities, but her reservations kept her in check. His touch scraped over her sensitive bud of nerves between her legs again making her hips jerk. She needed more than that little scrape. Though not much more.

“I’m going to claim you one way or another, Pen.” His voice dropped even deeper, speaking soft and low into her ear. “I’m going to slide my cock right inside you here, where you’re juicy and wet for me.” With that bold statement he cupped her firmly over the costume.

A mewl tore from her throat, eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Ryon!”

He sucked in a sharp breath. “What did you say?”

Her throat was so dry she couldn’t repeat it again, could only arch into his hand. That was the final straw for him.

With a growl, Ryon deftly slipped his fingers inside her costume and cupped her sex. Skin to skin.

“So wet,” he said, sounding delirious and not at all like himself.

He claimed her mouth in a wild kiss. His tongue sliding deep, she tasted him and all his erotic heat. She matched him beat for beat while his fingers danced between her legs, plucking and petting her sex. He circled her sensitive bud, the touch scattering and feather-light before pressing near her entrance. He broke apart to growl against her lips, “I’m going to be buried deep inside you. Soon. I don’t want to wait.”

His bold statement was punctuated by a feverish kiss as he circled her bud again. Penelope stood on her toes and swung her arms over Ryon’s neck to hold on for dear life. She felt completely exposed; his touch was so simple; it shouldn’t excite her so much, yet it did.

“I want you to say my name when you come.”

In her mind she refused to agree. No way would she give him the satisfaction. If he could even make her come.

But then his touch grew intent and with his hard cock a reminder at her backside—Penelope came apart, ripped asunder.

Her husky cries called out into the dark night. Her core exploded at the pinnacle; the power of the peak took her by surprise, sweeping brusquely through her in undulating waves.

Hot, wet bursts released inside her energy passing through her at his commanding touch.

Ryon stroked her like a perfectly tuned guitar, his teeth sinking into her neck. He was claiming her in his own way, marking her with his dominance as she came.

After the hardest shivers died down, he caressed her sex like he might caress a kitty cat. The deep satisfied sounds coming from his throat nearly made her swoon. The power he could wield over her was too strong. He could devastate her.

“You didn’t say it,” he remarked.

She couldn’t even open her eyes yet. “Say what?”

“My name, if you’ll recall.” Oh, that. Luckily, he didn’t sound like he cared much.

“I didn’t,” she agreed.

He chuckled against her neck.

“Is that laughter I hear?” That sound opened her eyes and she turned around to see a smile faltering from his face.

“I do laugh on occasion, Pen.”

It was hard looking at him. Hunger was written across his face in his low-lidded, sexy expression. His erection tented his pants with pent-up, virile desire. Penelope licked her lips before meeting his gaze again.

Ryon looked like he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. He was studying her nipples when he added huskily, “I do take repayments. I’ve always wondered what your mouth would feel like on my cock.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. He’d never dared to speak to her in such a way before. The words didn’t shock her. It was who spoke such words that did surprise her. He normally had such a prudish mouth.

Invariably her gaze dropped to his waistband. She had been teasing him tonight. He did make her orgasm which was quite wonderful. Her muscles felt loose and relaxed now like she’d just finished a long rub.

Maybe she should return the favor…

Penelope cupped his cheeks and pulled him down for a lasting kiss. She ran her hand down his chest. Mounds of hard muscles rippled over his abdomen. The skin at his hips was tight and firm, the color tanned and perfect. Such a fine specimen of man. She lifted his shirt up to reveal his stomach. The muscles bunched and rolled under her inquisitive gaze.

“What are you doing?” he asked gruffly. Hearing him sound unsure brought a wicked smile to her lips.

“I thought you wanted me to suck on your cock?” asked the predator to the prey.

He glared at her, not trusting her one iota. She couldn’t blame him.

Then he dropped a bomb that made her stagger. “I’ve dreamt of it.”