Bishop's Endgame

by Katie Reus

  “Should I keep going?” she whispered. Oh God, please, I don’t want to stop.

  In response, he tightened his arm around her and basically lifted her until she was straddling him. Oh, damn. He didn’t want her going anywhere, which was good. She simply couldn’t walk away from him right now.

  He wrapped his hands around her hips as she settled on top of him, his fingers flexing possessively. “Arianna.” The way he growled out her name sent spirals of pleasure shooting through her.

  Groaning, she shifted up onto her knees and felt his thick erection between her legs. Oh wow. Yes, please. She rose up slightly and then back down, grinding against him in a slow, sensuous rhythm. It didn’t matter that they had layers of clothing between them, she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her clit with each stroke.

  Watching her with heavy-lidded eyes, he tightened his fingers each time she ground down on him. Only the glow from a nearby streetlamp and other houses offered light through the drapes, but it was enough to see every flicker of expression on his handsome face.

  She found that she liked being on top and felt somehow more powerful. She knew he could take over anytime he wanted, but she really enjoyed this position and the view.

  She danced her fingers up over his rock-hard abs and chest, leaning forward so she could kiss him. Because his mouth was just begging for it. As she leaned down, he let out the sexiest sound ever and met her halfway, his mouth colliding with hers in a hungered frenzy.

  Shifting position, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he lay there, in no hurry to change positions or do anything else other than explore his mouth. If this was the only time she got with him, she was going to squeeze every inch of pleasure out of it.

  He explored right back, taking his time kissing her, slow and sweet even though she could feel the wild energy of him humming underneath her fingertips.

  The sensation of his beard brushing over her chin and face sent more shivers of awareness buzzing through her. Above all, she liked this closeness, loved being completely sober and enjoying this. Because she would remember every second of this. Even two years ago she wouldn’t have been ready for this closeness. Maybe because she hadn’t met Ellis. With him, everything felt right. That in itself was scary.

  She bit his bottom lip and he rolled his hips upward, his erection thick and heavy between them, even with their clothing still in the way.

  At the moment she was glad they had clothes on because it would be so easy to give in to temptation and have sex with him right now. And maybe she would. But she needed to be a hundred percent sure. She could wait…a day.

  She nearly snorted because the thought of even waiting twenty-four hours seemed too long.

  But she forced her mind to slow down as she slid her hands around his back and dug her fingernails into him. His muscles tightened under her grip.

  “I love your hands on me,” he murmured against her mouth.

  Oh, she loved it too. So, so much. Touching him was like touching raw power and she wanted to drown in him.

  Slowly, he slid one of his big hands up under her T-shirt, his callused fingers skating over her back, just teasing her. As if he was completely satisfied with simply touching her there.

  She wanted more but couldn’t find her voice. So she rolled her hips against him again.

  The friction of his thickness rubbing against her clit, even through the fabric, was incredibly erotic. More heat flooded between her thighs when he slid his hand up just a fraction higher.

  She was actually turned on by him touching higher on her back. The whole thing should be ridiculous but oh God, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to keep going higher. And she had to restrain herself from completely tugging her shirt off.

  When he finally—finally!—slid his hand up her ribs and shifted around until he could cup her breasts, she practically sobbed into his mouth. Her nipples beaded tightly under his teases and her inner walls clenched around nothing as he tweaked the tight buds between his thumbs and forefingers. His touch was so damn gentle, yet she was about to combust. Maybe she really had been touch-starved.

  Or maybe she was reacting this way because this was Ellis, a man she instinctively trusted with her body.

  He groaned into her mouth as he fully cupped her breasts. “This is probably a mistake,” he rasped out, his words jumbled against her mouth.

  “So?” She didn’t care if it was. He was a mistake she would make again and again. As long as she got to come. Because seriously, if they were doing this, she wanted orgasms. Lots of them. She had years to make up for.

  He let out a short laugh, the rumble reverberating right through her.

  Her nipples beaded even tighter as she continued grinding against him. God, she felt like a horny teenager, unable to get enough of him. He was addicting in a far different way than she’d ever experienced. This should be wrong on so many levels but everything about it felt right. Everything about him felt right. She’d been more honest with him about who she was than some of her friends, as if she knew him on a different level.

  “Fuck,” he growled against her mouth. “You’re going to make me come in my pants.” He sounded almost embarrassed by the fact but she didn’t care.

  The fact that he was as turned on as her sent another rush of heat between her legs. “Me too.”

  “Seriously?” Again it was like he’d swallowed gravel.

  Shifting again so she straddled him completely, she continued rubbing herself over him. “You’re teasing my clit…it feels so good.”

  “Keep riding me.” That was a definite order, one she wanted to follow.

  She lost herself in the sensation as he plundered her mouth once again. Faster and faster she rolled her hips until she surged into orgasm. “Ellis,” she cried out as her climax surged through her.

  It wasn’t the most intense orgasm she’d ever had—it was barely taking the edge off—but she fell into it, savoring every second as the tension inside her body melted away with a pure rush of pleasure.

  He buried his face against her neck and she knew he was coming as well as he shook against her, trembling and tightening his arms around her back as he thrust his cock against her over and over. Finally he stilled underneath her as he feathered little kisses against her neck.

  She shivered at the contact, a smile playing against her lips. Breathing hard, she leaned back to look at him.

  “I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or not,” he murmured, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth. “I don’t think I’ve come in my pants since I was fourteen.”

  She laughed at his admission. “Well I’ve never come like that before.” She usually needed a lot more stimulation, but she hadn’t had sex in years. And before that? Not good sex. Not after— She shut that down, not letting her mind wander.

  There was no room for that here in this bed and in this space with Ellis.

  Right now there was only room for her and Ellis and the limited time they had together. She wasn’t going to ruin anything by getting lost in her head.

  To stop her thoughts from spinning away from her, she kissed him again.

  Chapter 16

  “We need to head out and make the call.” Ellis tightened his arm around Arianna as they lay in the bed. He had to make the “ransom” call to her stepfather and see if he could get Vitaly to meet with him. He should be ecstatic about finally getting to make a move on one of the men who’d ruined his life, but instead he hated that this took him one step further away from Arianna.

  Inhaling her sweet scent, he stared up at the ceiling, desperately wishing they had met under different circumstances. He’d never railed against any higher being about life being unfair. Not until today. He’d had a good life until he’d gotten royally screwed—and now he was clawing his way back to that life, desperate to prove his innocence.

  More than ever he wanted to get his life back, for reasons he was too afraid to hope for. But there was a spark of something so achingly real
between him and Arianna. As insane as it sounded in his own head, he knew it was true. He had never met anyone like her and she’d gotten to him in a way he’d never experienced before.

  “I know we have to get up.” Her breath was warm against his chest as she lay curled up against him, still not moving.

  In the alternate reality he imagined he’d met her in, he could see the two of them lying in a big bed like this together, watching a movie or making love before they both went off to work. Ellis would take great joy in waking her up in the mornings by eating her out. They might even get a dog from the shelter. Yeah, he could see that in his head easily.

  Sighing against the spreading ache in his chest, he closed his eyes. “I need to shower before we head out.”

  She was silent, unmoving for a long moment. “Do you want company?”

  He hadn’t been ready to move at all until her softly spoken question. All the muscles in his body pulled taut as he shifted underneath her. He should tell her no, that what they’d just done was it, that they couldn’t do anything else like that. Because coming with her had barely taken the edge off. He was still desperate for more of her.

  “Yes,” he managed to rasp out. Like she even needed to ask.

  She pushed up slightly and brushed her lips against his, leaning into him.

  He groaned into her soft kiss and started to tighten his grip around her, but she moved back out of his hold and slid off the bed. To his surprise, she started stripping, leaving her pajamas in her wake as she headed to the bathroom, and his heart skipped a beat.

  Unable to move, he stared at her heart-shaped ass as she sauntered away from him. Oh, damn. He struggled to drag in a breath as he jumped from the bed and hurried after her. He’d follow that beautiful, naked ass anywhere. He’d follow Arianna anywhere.

  “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen,” he said as she turned the showerhead on.

  Standing in the shower enclosure, she gave him a startled look over her shoulder. With her long hair falling against her back in waves, she let out a delighted little laugh. “Well I’ve only seen yours with pants covering it, but from what I can tell you’ve got a pretty nice one too.”

  That was when he realized he was still half dressed. Ah, hell. In bed he’d left his clothes on to keep a barrier between them, but now it was just ridiculous. He’d been so caught up in following her, he hadn’t been paying attention to anything else, least of all his damn pants.

  Before he could reach for the waistband, she stepped away from the jets and back to him where the curtain was still halfway pulled back. Slowly, sensuously, she ran her fingers along the edge of his jogging pants. As she did, he stared, taking in every inch of her, naked and gorgeous in front of him. Her light brown nipples were tight little buds against her bronze skin and it took all his restraint not to cup her breasts and lean down to suck on them.

  He wanted to, but for now he was letting her set the pace. It felt important that she got to after having so much control stripped away by the situation he’d put her in before.

  She shoved at his pants, and as they fell down his hips her eyes widened when she saw that he was commando.

  She sucked in a sharp breath as she took in his size, and okay, a bit of pride swelled through him because it was clear she liked what she saw. He was thick and hard between his legs, and he felt bigger than he ever had. Because she was right in front of him, naked and gorgeous and touching him.

  He stepped inside and tugged the shower curtain into place, enclosing them.

  She let out a little yelp of surprise as he pulled her under the rushing water, but he turned so that he took the brunt of the jets. As she settled against him, her full breasts rubbing against his chest, for just a moment he could pretend that the outside world didn’t exist. That he was really living in that alternate reality where they’d met in a bookstore or in a park, instead of him kidnapping her at gunpoint.

  Reaching up, he gently cupped her face, struggling to find a way to convey all the feelings inside him. “I wish I’d met you under different circumstances,” he murmured.

  “Yeah, kidnapping me wasn’t exactly a meet-cute.” Her lips quirked up but he couldn’t force himself to smile.

  He wanted to remember everything about this moment with her, every single second. “I don’t want you to go,” he whispered.

  That delicious curve of her lips fell. “Me neither.”

  They were both hurtling toward an ending to whatever this thing between them was. Soon, he was going to have to let her go. Until then… He kissed her, savoring the feel of her heavy breasts against his chest as he teased his tongue against hers. Yep, this alternate reality was amazing. She didn’t have an evil stepfather and he wasn’t wanted for murder.

  He took his time kissing her as hot water splashed against his back, steam rising around them. She tasted sweet and perfect and he was already addicted to her.

  When she arched against him, he slid a hand between their bodies and cupped her breasts, enjoying the fullness of them. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

  She whimpered as he teased her nipples in slow, little strokes. Her entire body trembled against him and he knew she needed more. He did too, but right now wasn’t about him even if his cock was thick and heavy and so damn insistent between them.

  He slid one of his hands lower until he was cupping her mound. She spread her legs immediately even though she let out a gasp of surprise when he teased her swollen folds.

  When she’d been grinding on him earlier, it had felt wild and out of control and almost like they’d been teenagers.

  Right now was different, more intense and sensual, and he needed to taste her.

  Stepping forward, he moved her until her back was flush against the slick tile wall. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he ate at her mouth. But her mouth wasn’t enough. He needed more. With willpower he didn’t know he had, he tore his mouth from hers and knelt down in front of her.

  Breathing hard, she stared down at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”

  “You shouldn’t have to ask.” He grinned up at her even as he gently took her ankle and lifted her leg over his shoulder.

  She looked so innocent and almost shocked in that moment as she simply blinked down at him. There was no way a man had never gone down on her before. Was there? No, absolutely impossible. Men would be lining up to give her anything she wanted and worship at the altar of her curves and sweetness. He certainly wanted to.

  “I’ve been fantasizing about this,” he murmured as he leaned closer.

  “Really?” Again, she sounded surprised and a little unsure of herself.

  “Hell yeah.” He didn’t like that tiny bit of doubt in her tone. She should never doubt anything when it came to herself. And if for some reason this was her first time with a guy going down on her? “Has anyone…ever gone down on you?”

  Her cheeks flamed now as she watched him, simply shaking her head.

  Yep, men in Miami really were stupid. And he was definitely going to make sure this was perfect for her. Leaning forward he gently flicked his tongue against her swollen clit. It was impossible not to since it was peeking out from her pink lips, just begging for his tongue.

  “Oh, God.” She speared her fingers into his hair as he slowly, teasingly started sucking on her clit.

  This was heaven. Teasing along her slick folds with his finger, he barely pushed inside her as he added more pressure to her clit. Using the little moans and gasps she made, he learned what she liked and didn’t like. Though to be fair, she seemed to like everything, if the way she kept rolling her hips against his face and digging her fingers into his head was any indication.

  He didn’t have nearly enough time with her. Though nothing would ever be enough. He wanted everything from her. All her kisses, her sexy looks…everything.

  He wanted to go back in time and make that alternate reality theirs. To experience the joy of waking up to her in her little house or his. Not this safe ho
use where they were on borrowed time. He shoved out those thoughts and the accompanying stab of anger with them.

  As he slid a finger fully inside her, she let out the sweetest sounding moan.

  He rolled his hips into nothing in response. Just the sound of her cry of pleasure had him desperate for release, desperate to fill her up.

  But that was too bad.

  He would get himself off later, but for now he felt manic with the need to bring her to release. She deserved as many orgasms as she could take.

  Slowly, he slid another finger inside her and she let out another strangled moan. “Ellis.”

  All his muscles pulled taut at the sound of his name on her lips. The water pounded down around them and even though he wished this could last forever, he needed her to come.

  Adding more pressure to her clit, he started thrusting his fingers in and out of her in a slow rhythm. Her inner walls started tightening around him, but she wasn’t there yet.

  He wished he had more hands or another mouth so he could kiss and pleasure her everywhere at the same time. “Touch your breasts,” he ordered against her.

  One hand left his head and he looked up to see her following his order—and that in itself was hot as fuck—slowly teasing one nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

  God, the sight of her like that—her hair wet and slick against her face, water rolling down her body as she touched herself—and he was about to come like he had no experience.

  It was a miracle he didn’t. But not again. He had more control than that. He hoped. Renewing his efforts against her clit, he found a steady rhythm, teasing her until he felt her inner walls grow tighter and tighter, milking his fingers.

  And when he added a third finger, she jerked wildly against him and surged into orgasm. This climax was much harder than the one from before, her entire body trembling as he continued teasing her until she collapsed against the wall, her hands falling to her sides. He felt barbaric but a sharp possessiveness swept through him that he’d just given her this. More than just possessive, he felt territorial. He wanted everyone in Miami to know she was off-limits—that she was his.