“You wouldn’t be able to tell by the way her mom acts.” His bitterness laced every word.
“Her mom has problems. You know that.” I made the mistake of pausing in front of my door, looking up at him as I spoke.
He looked down at me, that cold anger flashing in his eyes. It faded as he reached toward me. When he touched my cheek, all the oxygen in my lungs seemed to disappear.
“Paxton…”
His eyes darkened, and he pushed his hand into my hair, dislodging the loose knot I'd twisted up. When he lowered his head, I had one split second of sanity telling me not to do it.
But then sanity died a quick, violent death the moment his lips touched mine. I dropped my water bottle to the floor as heat flooded my entire body. Cold liquid spilled over our feet as he backed me up against the wall. The water bottle wasn’t the only thing that fell either. Paxton's towel was gone, and the only thing that separated us now was my panties and the thin cotton of the pajama top I had on.
I felt the heat of his body through the thin cotton, and I knew I was going to burn for this. His hand tightened on my hair, arching my head back and I whimpered as he raked his teeth down my neck.
“Leslie,” he growled out my name before biting me, then sucking lightly on my skin.
He moved lower and lower, one hand working between us to unbutton the pajama top ahead of his mouth, baring more and more of my torso. When his lips closed over my right nipple, electrical shocks jolted through me, the pleasure more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I arched against him and he swore, grabbing my wrists and slamming them against the wall beside my head. He lifted his head, glaring down at me.
Hot, hungry blue eyes met mine and my knees started to quiver as I realized just how much hunger there was burning inside him. Oh, shit. I was in trouble. If he didn’t pull back, I didn’t think I’d be able to.
“This is stupid,” he said, voice raw, all but throbbing.
My heart, my blood, my pussy pulsed in tandem. I nodded. “Yes.”
“Tell me to stop.” It was a demand.
This time, I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“Damn us both.” His mouth crushed back down on mine as he scooped me up.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, moaned as I felt his erection through my wet panties. The feel of his cock throbbing against me was almost enough to make me come right there. He laid me down on the bed and I felt a jerk, heard fabric tear. The cool air brushed across my damp skin.
It looked like I was heading home tomorrow without underwear.
“Don’t move,” he warned me.
He didn't have to worry about it. I wasn't planning on going anywhere. My entire body was a giant, pulsing need.
He moved around and I heard a drawer open. I already knew what he was doing. He was a very thorough host – condoms provided for his guests. In reality, I knew it didn’t take long, but it felt like forever before he came back to me, and some part of me was afraid that he wouldn't.
Catching my wrists, he drew them over my head. His searing eyes held mine and he asked roughly, “You certain?”
I gave him a sultry smile. “No. But if you stop, I think I might kill you.”
He drove into me hard and fast, and I arched up, crying out in shock and pleasure. Electric waves echoed through me, reaching every last part of me, and I jerked against his hold. There'd been enough foreplay to make me wet, but I was still tight.
He pulled out and thrust into me again, deeper this time, claiming me fully. With a sob, I arched my hips, trying to hold him inside me. It did no good. With my hands pinned above my head, I couldn't touch him, couldn't make him do anything I wanted. He controlled the depth and rhythm. He controlled the way his cock dragged against my skin, how much my nipples pressed into his chest.
Just as I was ready to come, he pulled out, and before I had a chance to protest, he flipped me onto my belly, dragging my hips up. I scrambled at the bedclothes beneath me, barely getting my arms under me before he filled me again. I gasped, my eyes closing. It was too much. He was so deep now, I thought I could feel him pulsing somewhere near my heart.
His hand fisted in my hair, tugging me upright until my spine was arched at a near impossible angle. I didn’t care. In fact, the pain set off a new set of fireworks inside me. He settled into a slower rhythm now, and I had no choice but to take it – take him – or let him take me. Impaled on his cock, I moaned and twisted, seeking the release that was just out of reach.
“For someone who isn't a witch, you sure cast one hell of a spell,” he said, fingers flexing on my waist.
Then he swiveled his hips, reaching around and down with his free hand. His fingers sought out my aching clit, and I jolted, first in shock, then in delicious satisfaction as his touch set off the most explosive climax of my life. I clenched around him and heard him curse.