Out of Control(45)

“Hold on tight,” he whispered and shoved inside her hard. “Oh Christ, that feels so fucking good.”

His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, and he pumped into her hard and fast. His balls ached and he wasn’t going to last, but he wanted her to come first. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he slipped his other hand between her thighs. He found the swollen nub and massaged it with his finger and thumb as he slammed into her. She screamed, her knees gave beneath her, and she would have fallen without his arm supporting her. Leaning over her, he nipped the soft skin of her throat with his teeth as he found his own release inside her. He buried himself deep as the pleasure blazed through him, from his cock to his balls, up his spine, radiating out.

They stood, his body wrapped around her while he waited for his heart rate to settle and his legs to steady. Finally, he picked her up and dropped her on the middle of the huge bed. She stared up at him, a dazed expression in her eyes. At least she didn’t look like she wanted to kick him again.

“You hit me,” she murmured, rolling onto her side and trying to peer at her bottom.

He rubbed his hand over her ass. “Yeah. You want me to do it again?”

“Maybe. But not right now.” She stretched and winced. “Is this where you admit that you’re kinky? Can I expect anything really weird?”

“No, nothing really weird. I’ve tried some of that stuff and the whole scene does nothing for me. But maybe just a little bit…”

“A little bit?”

He rubbed her ass again. “A little spanking, a little bondage…”

“Is that where I get to tie you up?”

“If you want to.” He grinned. “Shit, I got a twinge. Definitely, if you want to.” He looked at her—was he taking things too fast? “You were sore—I’m supposed to be gentle.”

“Just a little.”

He rolled her over and kissed his way down her spine, licked the reddened flesh of her ass, massaged her buttocks, until the tension drained from her. He grabbed one of the cushions from the chair by the bed and pushed it under her, raising her hips. And felt his dick pulsate. Then he lowered his face between her legs, pushed his tongue inside her, and proceeded to show her in no uncertain terms just how much he wanted her around.

“You taste fucking delicious.”

…

She might never move again.

Sprawled across his body, her head rested on his chest, his hand on her butt. Little shivers of pleasure rippled through her body. She could feel the skin of her bottom smarting where he’d smacked her. The memory was enough to send another orgasm shuddering through her body. Who would have thought it?

She was a bona-fide pervert.

She’d been so furious when Jess had told her Zach wanted her off the job. And if she was honest with herself—hurt as well. She’d presumed he wanted her out of the way and hadn’t stopped to think. Just come marching in here and… Had she really knocked her employer to the floor? Well, now he had legitimate grounds for getting her ass kicked off his detail.

But that didn’t explain why he wanted her fired. Unless he really didn’t think she was good enough.

“So why did you want me off the job?” she asked.

He released an audible sigh but otherwise kept quiet.

“I’m a highly trained professional and quite capable of keeping you alive.” She pushed herself up, with her palms against his chest so she could look down into his face. His eyes were closed. “And I know you’re not asleep.”

He sighed again, and his thick lashes flickered open. “I don’t want you risking your life to keep me safe.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem with Gary or Simon.” She hated that—she’d worked so hard to get herself seen as an equal with the guys. And she thought she’d succeeded. She tugged free and sat beside him, wrapping the sheet around her. This was no conversation to have naked. “It’s because I’m a woman, isn’t it?”

He frowned, then shifted beneath her, pulling himself up so he leaned against the headboard. “It’s because you’re my woman.”

Dani opened her mouth to snap back, then closed it again as his words sank in. She turned away for a moment and ran a hand through her hair, lifting it off her neck. “Your woman? What does that mean, exactly?”

The smallest of smiles curled his lips. “I’m not actually sure.” He studied her, his head cocked to one side. “But I do know that I don’t want you out of my life right now. And I also know that I hate the idea of you being in danger, that I don’t want you protecting me. If there’s any protecting to do, I want to be the one doing it.”