“Your closet almost broke my head.”
He offered me his hand and when I took it, jerked me up and around, pressing my back to his front. He locked his arms around me and held me tight. “Why the fuck are you in my house?”
I tried to break free of him, realizing that maybe I shouldn’t be thinking about how hot he was and, instead, focus on getting away. I only managed to wiggle my hips against him, which earned me a low growl and a slight shake.
“Talk.”
I tried to look back at him, but he just held me tighter. His arms across my ribs were steel bars. I wasn’t making any progress whatsoever. I tried the thing I always used to use against my older brother. I went completely limp, becoming dead weight in his arms. Instead of dropping me, the way my brother had always done, he just continued to hold me. I slipped down a couple of inches, just enough that his arms ended up right under my breasts.
“Let me go!”
He easily picked me up and walked across the room. He tossed me down on the bed and glared at me. “Fine. Now, talk.”
I bolted for the door, but he grabbed me. He tossed me onto the bed again, as easily as someone would a rag doll.
“I’ve got all day.”
I crawled away from him, to the other side of the bed, but he caught my ankle and dragged me back towards him. I kicked out at him, but he caught that leg, too. I had moved past fear. I was pissed that I couldn’t get away from him and even more turned on. There was something about him that was affecting me more than it should. His smell, his hands, his strength.
I rolled over, onto my back, and went still. “Why are you here?”
He let one of my legs go and frowned down at me. “I live here.”
It finally hit me what he was saying. “What?”
He’d grown still, though. He was staring at me with wide eyes and I could’ve sworn his nose flared. The hand that was on my ankle became softer, more of a caress. “Who are you?”
I squeezed my thighs together as desire raced through me. I’d never experienced anything like the immediate lust I was feeling for this man. He was a stranger, but just his touch was making me feel things that didn’t make any sense.
“Bunny.”
“Bunny?” His hand moved up my calf slowly, his large hand easily encompassing my leg.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“You smell like wild cherries.” His voice went even deeper and his grip tightened. “God, it’s good.”
His hand brushed against the back of my knee and I couldn’t help but moan. It hung out there, in the air between us, in silence for what felt like forever. I wanted to die of embarrassment, but then he dragged me to the side of the bed and wedged his body between my legs.
He wrapped his arm around my thighs and held them steady as he shifted and brushed his rock hard erection against me. In just panties, I had no protection against the onslaught of desirous feeling.
I couldn’t seem to think straight as I arched my back and moved against him. What the hell was I doing? He leaned forward and pressed himself firmly into me as he rocked back and forth. I moaned again, throwing caution to the wind. “What is happening?”
He bucked into me firmly as he met my wide eyed gaze and growled again. “I’m not stopping to ask questions.”
CHAPTER 4: John
I moved my hips, rubbing the hot little strawberry blonde to get her to moan again. I hadn’t planned on pinning her to the mattress. Jesus, I hadn’t planned on anything. When I saw her shit downstairs, I’d been pissed. I hadn’t even stopped to breathe in her sent until I had her against me. My bear was roaring like he’d lost his mind and I wasn’t far behind him.
I wanted to shove her panties to the side and make her mine. I gripped her thighs harder to keep from just doing it. I didn’t know this woman. Even though I could smell her arousal, that didn’t mean that she was ready to actually allow me in her body. My bear raged for me to take her, though.
I closed my eyes and took a second to try to regain some control. Then she moaned and I was lost. I grabbed a handful of the front of her shirt and dragged her up to my mouth. When our lips touched, I felt warmth fill my body and groaned.
She tasted like cherries, too. I slid my tongue into her mouth and gripped her head.
“Too many clothes.”
I tried to pull her shirt off, but she pushed my hands away and pawed at my clothes.
“These. Off.” Her hands ripped the two sides of my button down apart and buttons flew in every direction.
I worked at my belt buckle and then shoved my pants down, all while still trying to kiss her. My boots sailed across the room and knocked something over, but I didn’t care. Only when I was naked in front of her did I stop.