Shadow Reaper (Shadow #2)(118)

His shaft jerked hard at her long contemplation, leaking more drops for her to smear around. She'd increased the tempo.



"That's not an answer. Fucking say yes before I lose my mind."



"Don't swear at me." A ghost of a smile curved her mouth and he found it as sexy as hell.



"I didn't swear at you." How in hell was he going to convince her when he no longer had a brain? He dragged the sheet slowly from her body, using his fingers to bunch it and then push it down so he had access to her. He circled her ankle with his fingers and then stroked up her leg to her thigh, applying pressure, a silent command to part her legs.



Mariko sat up straight, her back to the headboard, her eyes on his, hand still working him. Very slowly she parted her thighs and then let her knees fall open, watching him with that sexy little smile on her face. She was deliberately taunting him. Playing with fire. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring his victory. She was already wet and slick, wanting him the way he wanted her. The evidence of his earlier possession was there to remind him to be careful of her. He loved how she looked, there on the bed, her breasts jutting toward him, her hair a wild mess of tousled waves, her legs spread open, her sex glistening. All for him.



"Say yes, farfallina mia." Just to be certain, he pushed his finger into her hot entrance, stroking and caressing, spreading small circles around her clit.



"Are you going to be a crazy man? Race cars? Play cards? Get into trouble?"



He couldn't help smiling. "Yes. But you'll be there with me." He could do wicked, sinful things with his fingers  – and he did. He wasn't above seducing her into saying yes, although he'd already read her consent when she'd opened her thighs to him.



"I suppose someone has to take you on," she said. "I'm strong, I guess it should be me." She moved her hips in rhythm with the two fingers he was moving in and out of her. Her fist kept that same beat, so tight around his throbbing cock.



"You could be a little more enthusiastic," he pointed out, adding his thumb to the stroking rhythm. He used it against her clit, watching the color flush her skin and her breasts heave with the effort to get air.



       
         
       
        



"Oh. I'm sorry." She gave him a wide-eyed, innocent stare. "Am I doing it wrong?"



She gripped him harder, pumping his cock at an increased pace. He lost his own breath and knew he wasn't going to last. It was a combination of the way she looked, knowing she was his, and her hand that continually moved, fingers busy, fist so fucking tight he was losing all control.



He caught her ankles, yanked her toward him, and flipped her over all in one decisive move. She gave a little laughing yelp, fisting the sheets as he caught her hips and jerked them back and up, forcing her onto her knees. One hand on her back kept her head to the pillow. He almost came just looking at her bottom, up in the air, waiting for him. Once again, he knelt behind her, spreading her thighs ruthlessly, knowing she was in superb physical shape and could stretch a good distance.



"Amore." He groaned the endearment. "Can you reach over and get one of the condoms out of the drawer?" He should have been prepared.



"I'm on birth control. It's a mild one to regulate me, but it's still birth control. If you're clean … "



Dio. His heart clenched hard in his chest. She was so trusting. He knew he was clean, but she just gave herself to him. Trusted him with her body.



"Are you certain, Mariko?" More than anything he wanted to be inside her with nothing at all between them.



"I'm certain."



His hand slid to cover her sex. She was hot. Damp. So ready for him. He didn't wait, and this time he entered with one hard thrust. Her inner muscles protested, tried to keep him from invading, reluctantly giving way when he drove deep. At once he was surrounded with heat and fire. "You're so fucking tight, amore." He clenched his teeth against the streaks of fire racing up and down his body, radiating from his groin.



Mariko's breath hissed out of her as Ricco all but slammed her to the bed. He was stronger than she'd ever imagined a man could be, his hands always sure when he touched her. He liked touching her nearly as much as she liked him doing it. When he jerked her hips up and back toward him, her body had gone liquid with need. Her skin felt hot and her breasts ached, nipples on fire against the cool of the sheets.



His hands stroked her back, down her spine, and rubbed her bottom. All the while his cock pistoned into her, every stroke hard and dominant. She'd loved how gentle he'd been the first time, his touch reverent, almost as if he worshiped her with every caress. This was different, a wild, almost abandoned taking of her.