Phoenix Rising(32)

He lowered his mouth to her ear. “Beg me, Jessa.”

Ladies didn’t beg. Especially not for sexual completion.

“I can keep this up all night, baby. I could stroke every inch of you until your body is numb with pleasure.”

A desperate cry passed Jessa’s lips before she could swallow it down.

“I know you need more. You need it faster, harder, my balls slapping your ass while I pound my cock inside your cunt.”

Another gasp she couldn’t catch. Jessa was burning with the need for climax.

“Beg me, Jessa. Say the words.”

Jessa squeezed her eyes tightly shut. A crest of heat burned her spine, trickling painfully down the backs of her legs. She was going to die. Connor was killing her.

Her eyes snapped open. Connor’s black gaze fumed with unholy fire. “Please, Connor. Fuck my pussy; make me come.”

Her words unleashed a torrent of brutal masculine power from deep inside Connor. Every protest, every inhibition, every reservation Jessa had ever experienced went up in the flames of Connor’s utter possession of her body.

The rhythmic pounding drove her over the edge. It forced her to another peak and past, until she was mindless to anything but the feel of his hot cock sliding in and out of her vagina with ruthless intensity.

The crescendo burst over them with one last thrust that made Jessa scream. Connor gripped the sides of her face, and Jessa trembled at the hellfire mirrored in his eyes as his pulsating cock branded her with a thick stream of hot cum.

“Mine.” His growl was almost too low for Jessa to hear. She couldn’t even be certain he’d said it. But the possibility sent a new kind of heat lancing straight to Jessa’s belly.





Chapter Ten



Connor braced one hand against the cool white porcelain sink and turned on the water. He splashed the ice-cold liquid liberally over his sweat-covered bare head. Droplets slid over his neck and pooled between his shoulder blades before slipping down his spine.

He was surprised they didn’t sizzle.

Teach her to let loose. Make her leave her damned sense of propriety at the door. That had been a great plan.

But somewhere along Connor’s carefully plotted route, things had gone completely awry. He was not only affected. He was damn near as affected as Jessa. Never had he so completely let loose with a woman. And he thought he’d been so in control. Connor hadn’t felt such an intense desire for a woman in years. Every stroke was heaven.

Then he had to go and make her beg.

It had seemed so natural. He’d forced Jessa to let go of her pretensions, rendering her unable to cry coercion later on. She could never look back and say she was swept away. Not when he’d made her beg so prettily for him to finish it. But Connor had been wholly unprepared for his response to the sound of her sexy voice aching with need, asking him to take her to the heights of passion.

And that was when he totally lost it.

His knuckles gripped the sink until they were white with strain. Not even the icy water could cool the heat raging inside his body. He didn’t just want this woman. Fucking her pussy wasn’t enough. Connor wanted more. He was like an addict. A little taste would never be enough.

She was strong and stubborn and beautiful and smart. She was a woman Connor could never grow tired of. And deep inside his scarred and twisted psyche, an urge to keep her forever was quickly taking over his rigid good sense.

Because keeping her was such a great idea.

Connor pushed away from the sink and reached for the clean T-shirt draped over the shower curtain. The thin fabric was cool against his flushed skin. Avoiding a glance at his reflection in the mirror, Connor turned off the light.

“Connor?”

Connor glanced at the luminescent face of his watch. “Isn’t it time for you to go home?”

“It’s only two a.m.” Alex flopped onto the couch. “Used to be, we would just be getting started.”

“I’m too old for that schedule, Alex.”

Connor dropped to the floor and began a series of one-armed pushups. The exercise usually helped him wind down on a regular night. After tasting sweet heaven between Jessa’s thighs, Connor was just hoping to get himself back under control.

It was hard not to feel the frank evaluation in Alex’s stare when Connor grunted his way to fifty, switched arms, and kept going. If Alex thought any louder, Connor’s ears would start ringing.

“She’s an interesting puzzle, isn’t she?” Alex commented after several minutes of prolonged silence.

“If you say so.”

Another pause and then, “I think I’ll dip my hand in the cookie jar tomorrow night.”

The vicious stab of fury caught Connor completely off guard. His arm crumpled and his body hit the wood floor with a dull thud. His eyes slid shut and he rested there for the span of three breaths before even trying to rise.