Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(42)

       
         
       
        

Suddenly, he lifted her like she weighed nothing. She gasped. No one had picked her up since she was a child.

"I need you higher, baby. Maybe you should always wear those heels of yours. Have I told you how fucking gorgeous you are? Have I told you that I've been hard for you since the minute I laid eyes on you? My cock has been in hell." He stopped, his eyes flaring. "Shit!" He let her slide down gently, making sure she was balanced. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk to you that way. I should be gentle."

No way was she ready to stop yet. She pulled on his shirt with a little whimper. Didn't he understand? She didn't want to think or talk or be gentle. "Don't you dare. You can't kiss me like that then ignore me again. Not yet."

She couldn't face that possibility or all the other crap on her plate now. She wanted to forget, at least for a while. Just a few kisses. Just for a few precious moments. Then she could return to the real world where no one wanted her and figure out how to cope as everything fell apart.

"I don't know how to be gentle with you, like I want to be." He smoothed her hair back, staring down at her. His eyes were so blue …

"Just be you. No more lies. No more pretending." She wanted that more than anything. She wished that she could simply be Kinley, without the everyday responsibilities that caused her to shove down her wants and needs for everyone else. She could be herself and Law could be the tenderly rough soldier who took her to a place where only they mattered. She wanted to be free, even if it was temporary. Even if it wasn't real.

"You don't care that I'm too rough?" He tugged on her hair, seeming to hold his breath as he waited for her answer.

"How would I know what's too rough for me?" Nothing he did felt overly forceful or physical. Every touch felt just right. Kinley peppered kisses up his neck, across his jaw, clutching his T-shirt in her fists. "Please … "

"Baby, you asked for it." His growl resonated in her ears low, sexy.

Then she was in the air again. He picked her up, wrapping his arms around her waist. She had to hang on to his shoulders as he turned and walked toward the huge island in the middle of the kitchen. He set her on the sleek black granite countertop and immediately stepped between her legs, making a place for himself there.

"I was a soldier. Special Forces. You can't imagine the things I've done. I didn't go to college. I don't deserve you, Kinley, but I fucking want you. So bad."

She had the urge to wrap her legs around his lean hips and get as close as she could. Her whole body felt like it was softening, warming up, aching to be even closer. 

He pulled her in, aligning their hips, making it impossible to mistake just how hard Law was. His penis nearly pressed out of his pants, he was so erect. And big. Feeling just how much he wanted her made Kinley restless. She writhed to relieve the ache as her heart tried to beat out of her chest.

Law Anders truly, genuinely wanted to have sex with her. He wasn't paying her lip service. As far as she knew, men couldn't fake erections. He actually desired her.

And she wanted them.

Oh, god. She'd just thought the word "them." As soon as she had, a vision of herself in the middle of Law, Dominic, and Riley had seared into her brain. They would surround her, maybe even crowd her. They'd boss her around … but in her fantasy world, they would also adore her. Because they were all so big, she would feel small and feminine against them. Their hands would explore her body, caressing and stroking her. It might not be love, but she could hold onto the memories during the long and lonely days that were sure to follow her into her future.

What was she thinking? How could she have sex with three men? The notion was ridiculous. Scandalous. And so arousing that she could barely breathe.

Law captured her lips before she could think another word. His tongue surged in, and he made love to her mouth-deep, ferocious, lacking all restraint. Kinley was lost.

He slipped a hand down her neck and shoulders, curving his palm over her breast. His touch seared her. She melted into him, giving herself over to the delicious burn.

Law kissed her neck, nipped at her ear. "Do you know what you want? Where you like to be touched? What gets you hot? Just tell me, and I'll give it to you."

"I have no idea what I like besides your kisses." Beyond that, Kinley had no way of knowing. She'd spent her high school years studying and trying to be the perfect daughter. When college had come, her mother had fallen sick. As she'd slowly wasted away, years had passed. All she'd known then was duty-to her family, her schoolwork, her community, then her mother's legacy.