Rule's Obsession(13)

His eyes hardened infinitesimally. "I'm clean. You're clean, right?"

"Of course."

"Then we don't need protection. Unless you need it for birth control?"

Why did she get the feeling that his questions had little to do with any STDs that either of them might have, as opposed to him wanting to know if she was on something? She truly didn't think he was the type of guy who would push her into having unprotected sex, especially not the first time, and that meant that he wanted to know if she was already protected against pregnancy. And what exactly was the harm in telling him that she wasn't? All of this ran through her mind in a single thought as tremors of sexual heat continued to burn through her veins. Suddenly, her brain lost focus and she couldn't remember why she shouldn't give him the answer he sought. "I'm not on anything."

Satisfaction, in its purest form, blazed from his features before his face became hooded. He reached out with one hand and retrieved a condom from the top drawer of the bedside table while holding her locked to him with the other.

He put it within reach, and with no warning, his lips landed on hers, his fingers clenching around her butt, squeezing her flesh and sending butterflies through her system. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she felt the vibration of his groan from deep within his chest.

Damp heat flooded her, and all thoughts but him fled her mind as she concentrated on the amazing way he made her feel. He turned her head and adjusted the angle to the fit he wanted, and Angie fell into his kiss with no thought for the future and with no further consideration that she might be making a huge mistake. She knew that what he made her feel had nothing to do with reason, and in that moment, she didn't really care.

She allowed herself what she desperately wanted; she let herself feel. A pulsing knot of fevered attraction settled low in her stomach as a hot ache grew in her limbs. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she threw herself into a kiss that was making her thighs clench in an agony of need.

His kiss contained a ferocious, hungry passion and she felt a lurch of pure, physical excitement. The first touch of his lips was slow, drugging, but it quickly escalated to a firm and urgent possession. Angie felt the swipe of his tongue and then the bite of his teeth against her lips. With one hand sliding between them and settling around her breast in a grasp so strong it made her shudder, he spoke against her lips, not taking the time to lift away from her. "Fucking. Sexy." He squeezed her nipple and bit her bottom lip, and a sharp, lancing arrow of sexual need slammed her with its intensity.

His kiss turned completely fierce, dominant in its aggressiveness, and she became lost under his control. But it was a heady feeling, a perfect feeling as she let him take the lead and was allowed only to feel. Her arms clung tightly around his neck, as the repeated drag of his thumb across her nipple sent arrows of fire shooting down her spine to land in a pool of heated energy between her thighs. She blossomed and felt herself become wet, and she had no control when she began undulating against him.

The hot lick of passion was explosive between them, and with her heart thundering in her ears, she shuddered as his mouth left hers and his hands slid down and began stripping the clothes from her body with ferocious intent. She let out a small sound of fevered impatience, and misinterpreting the noise, he wrapped a hand around her wrist, halting the escape he thought she might try to make, a growl of warning coming from his throat.

He'd read her completely wrong; there was no way she was trying to get away from him and his inflexibility only heightened her arousal.

"Don't try to get away from me," he bit out, as he pushed the clothes from her lower body. He immediately lifted her from her feet with a vise-like grip at her hips and twisted around until she was lying anchored to the bed as he leaned over her. He lifted slightly, pushed off his shoes and socks, and then climbed more fully onto the bed. His movements enticed her like an addiction she had no control over, and with a precision that left her breathless, he pushed his iron-hard thigh between hers and held her fast to the bed.

His hands encircled each of her wrists and lifted them over her head, checking any movement she might have tried to make. A hot, fiery stroke of need made her stomach flip as she looked up into eyes of molten gold.

Her blood pumped feverishly through her system in waves of delight. With a feeling of aching bliss, she pushed with her wrists against his unrelenting hold as he imprisoned her. Feeling no give at all, a sharp tug of excitement coiled in a river of heat that held her enthralled.

His eyes narrowed and darkened, even as his hands continued to grasp her with uncompromising strength. His knee pushed against the juncture of her thighs in forceful threat, pinning her lower body to the mattress. "Stop pushing against me," he hissed. "It won't get you anywhere." A blatantly male look of domination crossed his features as he bared his teeth. "Here's how we're going to play this. You get one word that will make me pull back." He studied her with masterful authority, making tremors of heat spread through her bloodstream. "Can you guess what that word is?"

She quivered in his hold as she tried to comprehend long enough to question, "Stop?"

He lifted his chin in confirmation. "That's the word. You say 'stop,' and I'll stop. But that's the only word that will work, understand me?" She nodded her head in a jerky movement and he continued, "I'm warning you, nothing else will do the trick. I'm already too fucking far gone to figure out what all the pushing against me means." He clenched his jaw. "You trying to get loose?"

Her eyes flared in denial as the thought of him letting her go sent shards of regret through her. She began shaking her head. "No."

"That's good, because I'm not letting you go." He released one wrist and he brought his hand down and fisted his fingers through her hair in a further act of primitive possession. His intense gaze was compelling as he studied her. "Remember what you have to do to stop me, babe, because it's the only out you'll get."

With that warning heating the air between them, he bent his head and kissed her. Angie felt his ravenous hunger in the press of his lips and the stroke of his tongue as it dueled with hers. His sensual aura swept over her, and she expelled shallow pants as irresistible need clenched in her stomach. He kissed her with sure, firm strokes, taking from her mouth and swallowing the air she exhaled as if he couldn't get close enough.

She felt the same. With her one free hand, she sank her fingers into the muscles of his shoulder, feeling the hard ridge of flesh under her touch. His skin felt exquisite, his scent inflamed her senses, and the way he was attacking her mouth as if he had no control where she was concerned, was sending sparks of primitive delight dancing along her nerve endings.

She felt the vibrations of a low growl begin in his throat and bleed up through his mouth and into hers. The raw, feral sound evoked a titillating shiver of response as she felt an all-consuming need to submit to the pure pleasure he induced within her.

He pulled his mouth away and stared down at her. Trying to take in some much-needed air, she looked back in fascination. Dragging his eyes away, he glanced down and Angie was very aware that the only clothing she wore was her opened bra.

She lay panting as he released her and reached down with both hands and slid the cups of her bra out of his way. Her nipples immediately beaded, whether from the cool air or his heated gaze, she didn't know.

His cheekbones became tinged with red, and with his nostrils flaring, he swiped his thumbs across the pink tips of her breasts. Electricity arced through her and lifted her spine from the bed. At her reflexive movement, his eyes lifted to hers again and held her gaze captive. He raised a hand and with a slow gentleness, lifted a lock of her hair and began swirling it, almost leisurely, through his fingers. The calm, almost placid movement wasn't anything she'd seen from him before, and it threw her off balance. Her heart beat heavily in her chest while she waited for his next move.

His erection pressed against her leg and it looked as if his restraint was costing him. Masculine fingers tightening in her hair so much that she couldn't have moved if she'd tried, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips before looking down again. "You're even prettier than I expected," he said in reverence.

He scanned her, his eyes raking boldly over her, and his voice when he spoke sounded torn from him. "You have no idea what it cost me to stay away from you for so long."

Angie didn't know what to say, and when he dropped his head to her breast and took her nipple into his mouth and began suckling her, every thought of responding flew from her brain as a multitude of colors exploded in her head.

He licked her breast, sipped at her nipple, and fastened his mouth to the tender flesh just above the tip and began sucking with a rhythm that shut down her thought process.

He released her hair and wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her. He held her tightly in an unbreakable embrace as he moved his mouth from breast to breast, making breathing difficult and arousing her so much she began to think she might come from just his mouth on her nipples.

She began to whimper, and he let her go, and almost violently, ripped the rest of the clothes from his body. He came back to her completely naked and Angie reached for him, but he denied her by clasping his hands around her upper thighs and forcing them apart. He crawled between her legs and looked down at her most feminine spot, which was open to his gaze and unprotected.