by Taylor Lee
“Interesting, Tara. You won’t ride on motorcycles, yet here you are. You think you can blow me off, never speak to me again, and . . . yet, here you are. Alone with me, miles away from your home, with precious little awareness of where you actually are. Add to that conundrum, not another living soul knows where I’ve spirited you off to.” His voice dropped dangerously. “I don’t know about you, Tara, but if I were you, I might be a little anxious. Hell, I might even be scared.” Gripping her shoulders in his big hands, he pressed her harder against the wall. He gave a dismissive snort when she emitted a soft cry. “Yes, Tara, if I were you, I definitely would be afraid. After all, what the hell do you know about me except that I am a traitorous developer? Who is out to pollute your precious land, destroying its beauty and taking down everything and everyone in my path?”
When she shook her head from side to side, trying to free herself, he held her more firmly. His voice was scathing, rippling with barely suppressed fury. “And then there is that other issue. Those other things that you know about me. It’s bad enough that I attack your precious land, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t attack you. I carted you off to my wicked lair and not only assaulted your body but came damn close to attacking your soul.” He breathed out a disgusted sigh. “Although, at the time, I was foolish enough to think that you enjoyed my assault.” He glared at her, then added caustically, “Clearly, I misunderstood. Obviously, all your moans and sobbing entreaties, begging me not to stop, were mere ploys to deceive me. Fool me into thinking that when I sucked on your nipples or manipulated your throbbing clit or put my fingers in your ass, driving you from one shattering climax to another, that your ecstatic screams were but a figment of my imagination.”
He stopped for a moment, then, his voice intensifying further, he rasped, “Were they, Tara? Were all your lusty cries and pleas that I not stop a lie? When you begged me to take you higher than you’d ever known that you could go? To make you feel things you didn’t know were possible to feel? Was that a ruse? Just a pathetic ploy to get me out of your life? Merely a way to send me on my way, naïve enough to believe that you reveled in all the extraordinary things I did to you?” Before Tara could respond—much less breathe—he gripped her shoulders harder. His eyes were flashing with fervor, but it was his dangerously low threat that shook her to her roots. “Maybe, Tara, what I should have done was this.”
To her shock, Griffin tore at her blouse, sending a flurry of buttons flying to the floor. Stripping off her blouse, in seconds he’d ripped off her bra, leaving her naked to her waist. As he captured her breasts in his grasping hands, his ragged voice was closer to a groan. “Oh, Christ, as if I could ever have these gorgeous breasts in my hands, my mouth, and ever let you go?”
Lashing his rough tongue over her throbbing nipples, he turned the soft pink nubs to rosy-red, hardening points and reveled in her heated cries. Pressing her against the wall, he worked his fingers into the waistband of her skinny jeans. He unzipped the tight pants and in seconds had them at her knees. Kneeling in front of her, he yanked off her boots and then stripped off her jeans, leaving her naked except for her virginal white thong.
Reaching for her thong, he stripped it off her. Holding her tightly against him, he pressed the silken scraps against his nose and sucked in a deep, audible breath. Shaking his head and gripping her chin so she couldn’t look away, he muttered, “Do you have any idea what your scent does to me, Tara? How I treasured the thong I tore off you the other night? The thong that I kept in my pocket for two whole days so I could savor your erotic fragrance? Until I finally accepted that you weren’t going to answer my calls, hell, my entreaties.” Again, he shook his head fiercely and cursed. “Damn you, Tara, damn you to hell.”
Stunned at the waves of sensation flooding over her, Tara did her best to marshal what minimal defenses she had, given the emotional roller coaster she was riding. She was determined not to let him know how profoundly he was affecting her. How much she wanted to touch him. To hold him like he was holding her. She longed to grip his broad shoulders, his strong arms. To revel in the sight and smell of his chest, rippling with lean muscle. Her shattered cry gave her away, as did her fingers tearing at his shirt, trying to shove it off him. When he ripped his shirt out of his jeans and shucked it to the floor, Tara clawed at the wiry hair on his chest. Surprising herself, she stoked one flat nipple, then the other, wanting to suck on him the way she was dying to have him suckle her.
His voice was harsh. “Goddammit, Tara. Tell me what you want! What you want me to do to you.” When she shook her head, too consumed with desire to speak, he was fierce. “Oh no, you don’t, baby. What we’re going to do for the next few hours—hell, make that days, if necessary—is teach you what it means to be an erotic lover. One that is wild with passion. So much so that the thought of ever walking away from what we have is unthinkable.” Grasping her chin, he forced her to meet his gaze. “Are you up for that, Tara? Are you willing to be that honest, that vulnerable? To open yourself to me? Tell me what your body is begging me to do to you? And when I do all those things that you are pleading with me to do, that you won’t run away, make a cowardly retreat? Pretend that you weren’t as affected as I was by the incredible things we did to each other? Or that like the foolish woman you are, you actually thought you could walk away from me?”
Clinging to him, burying her face against his muscular chest, Tara tried to answer but the most she could do was stammer. “I’m . . . not a foolish woman. And . . . and I . . . I’m not a coward.”
His anger shocked her. “Like hell you’re not. But don’t worry, baby, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to do things to you that you didn’t know existed, and trust me, if they aren’t illegal in all fifty states, they should be!”
Staring at her naked body, his voice dropped ominously low. “And now, Tara, for the last fucking time, tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Consumed by the torrent of emotions threatening to shatter her, Tara realized with a start how angry she was. He thought he was angry? Damn him. He didn’t know what anger was. After all, she wasn’t the one who dumped him on his doorstep and was MIA for three days. And now to call her a coward, a foolish woman? Shoving at his hands, she pushed him away. “How dare you call me a coward? After you did things to me that no one ever dared to do? And then dropped me off like a bag of day-old garbage?” She pounded on his chest so hard that he stumbled back and almost lost his balance. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she railed furiously. “Damn you! I’m not a coward! You . . . you fucking asshole. You think you’re angry? What about me? I hate you, Griffin. I hate you so goddamn much . . . ”
Later, Tara admitted that if she hadn’t been so consumed with her convoluted thoughts, she wouldn’t have been as surprised as she was when his lip quirked up at the corner and he didn’t try to hide his flash of amusement. “So much that you want me to fuck your brains out?” Yanking her up next to him, his voice was soft, salacious. “Is that how much you hate me, Tara?”
She swiped at her tears and glared at him. “I . . . I want you to stop yelling at me, telling me how bad I am, how dishonest, how cowardly.” She added angrily, “And yes, goddamn you, Griffin, I . . . I want you to fuck me.”
“Say it louder, baby. Scream it. Tell me what do you want, Tara, specifically.”
“I want . . . I need . . . ” She stopped, shaking her head in anguish.
Griffin grasped her chin. “Not good enough, Tara. I need you to say it.” When she just shook her head helplessly, he was insistent. “Where? Where do you want to feel me?”
“In my . . . ” She stopped, unable to do more than shake her head in frustration.
Unwilling to let her evade him, Griffin was insistent. “Say it, damn you. Where do you want me?”
Almost shrieking, she glared up at him. “Fine! I’ll say it. I want you . . . in my pussy . . . ”
Griffin met her angry gaze, fighting the lust that was threatening to take him down. Wanting
her more than he had ever wanted a woman, he reached for her. Lifting her up against the wall, he wrapped her legs around his waist. He groaned as he pressed his throbbing arousal against her naked crotch. “Is this what you want, Tara? You want my hard cock inside of you? Deep inside of you?”
Burying her face against his chest, she sobbed, “Yes, yes! Please . . . that’s what I want, what I need!”
His voice was hoarse, banked with excitement. “Hell yes, baby. And you will have it. But first I have to taste you, inhale you. I fucking need to feast on you.”
To her surprise, he lifted her up higher against the wall as if she weighed nothing. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he put her dew-covered labia within inches of his voracious mouth.
Horrified at her compromised position, she tried to pull away, but it was impossible. Giving in to his ravenous tongue pressing her swollen, intimate lips open, she cried out, begging him for more. “Yes, yes, do that! Oh God, yes, like that!” Burying her fingers in his hair, she tugged on the short strands, reveling in his passionate groan. Clutching his shoulders and tossing her head from side to side, she implored, “Don’t stop. Please, Griffin . . . please don’t stop.”
He breathed out a hard groan. “Oh, Christ, honey, as if I ever could!”
Chapter 12
Oh God. Oh, oh God!” Horrified by the electric currents of sensation flooding her core, Tara tried to pull away. But it was impossible. Clearly rejoicing in her surging orgasm, Griffin was fierce.
“Oh no, you don’t, Tara. Give in to it, baby. Come for me.” At her tortured cry, he urged her on. “Like that, darlin’. Come for me—all over my face.” At her shocked cry, he drove his tongue deeper into her vagina, then found her clitoris with his lips and then his teeth. Gently biting down on the throbbing nub, he drove her to a shrieking climax. Lifting her off his shoulders, he held her quaking body tightly against him. Awed at her earth-shaking tremors and sobbing cries, he murmured words of praise. He knew he needed to find a bed, where he could lay her down and, he admitted, take her as deep as his rock-hard cock was demanding that he do. Looking askance at the multiple doorways in the hall, he emitted a heartfelt groan.
“God, Tara, I don’t want to sound like a voracious beast, but if I don’t get inside of you in the next few minutes, I’m likely to come all over you.” He was gratified when she wrapped her arms around his neck and choked out an agonized groan. “Yes, yes. I . . . I want you, Griffin. Inside of me.”
Holding her close to him, he strode down the hallway, then kicked open the closest door. He was relieved to see not only a king-size bed but also floor-to-ceiling windows with sliding glass doors opening to a spacious deck. Feeling as though the heavens were with him, he blessed the gorgeous night sky gleaming with myriad stars and the sliver of a crescent moon, his avowed talisman. Striding to the bed, he carefully laid her down, then stepped back, gazing at her in wonder. She was writhing on the bed, still coming down from the throes of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed, but he spied the tears hovering in her lush lashes. He prayed that they were tears of rapture, not regret. Her swollen lips and flushed cheeks along with her murmuring sighs confirmed that she’d been as rocked by her orgasm as he’d hoped.
At that moment, she shuddered, then startled. She rose up on her elbows and looked up as if in surprise. What seemed like shock quickly became relief when she saw him standing beside the bed. Her lips quivered and her halting words were strained. “I . . . I didn’t know where you were . . . ”
Griffin groaned a hard male sound as he loosened the clasp on his jeans and shoved them lower on his hips. “I’m where I’m always going to be, Tara. Right here beside you, aching to be deep inside of you.”
Tara glanced at his crotch, and her eyes widened with what looked like mix of apprehension and appreciation. He grinned and snorted. “Yeah, honey. He’s more than a little excited. Which, to be fair, is not surprising given that for the last ten minutes I have been feasting on your luscious cunt.” At her embarrassed gasp, he persisted. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are, Tara? How I rejoiced in your glorious orgasm? Christ, honey, you came all over my fucking face—a treat I’ll never forget.”
When she flushed a bright, rosy pink and pressed her fingers against her lips, not able to shutter her horrified sigh, he shook his head. “No, darlin’, don’t be embarrassed. Do you know what your stunningly intimate climax did to me?” Clearly embarrassed, she bit down on her lip and shook her head. He snorted softly. “How about I let my body speak for me the way your courageous body spoke for you?” As he spoke, he unzipped his jeans and shoved them lower on his slim hips. Bending over, he kicked off his boots and then rose up on his toes, a practiced warrior’s gesture learned from years of close-quarter grappling. Seeing the mix of fear and excitement in her eyes as she gazed at his prominent arousal, Griffin allowed a salacious smile to cross his lips. When she gnawed fiercely on her puffy bottom lip, he shoved his pants over his hips, revealing his burgeoning cock. Her shocked cry was manna to his raging libido.
Smiling, he strode toward her. When she jerked back protectively, he laughed aloud. Crawling up on to the edge of the bed, he inched toward her. His chuckle was ripe with intention. “Oh yeah, you sweet, sexy woman. You can try to move away from me.” Nodding at his engorged cock that pressed against his stomach, he grinned. “But I can tell you, sweetheart, the chances of your getting away from this arrogant fellow are nil. He isn’t going to rest until he is deep inside of you.” His voice dropped suggestively. “No, sweet woman. You best give in. You’re fighting a losing battle.”
Tara tried to scoot back but ran into the stack of pillows behind her. To her horror and flaring excitement, he laughed as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back toward him. Rising up on his hands and knees, he straddled her, then yanked her closer to him. Shoving her ankles against her bottom, he spread her knees wide apart. Staring at her exposed bottom, he emitted a lusty, appreciative groan. “God yes. You beautiful, sensual woman. Christ, Tara, your sexy cunt is streaming with erotic juices.” He shook his head and groaned in appreciation. “Thank God, baby. I honestly don’t know how I could get this rapacious prick of mine past your luscious lips if you weren’t as excited as I am and your sexy body wasn’t preparing your erotic channel for me.”
Not able to hold back another second, Griffin pressed the flared head of his cock against her succulent opening. He was startled that even though her cunt was drenched with her sexy dew, it was a challenge to get his aroused cock past the tight opening. Pulling back, then gently thrusting a careful inch or two inside, then pulling back again, he groaned in anticipation. Clearly, his lust was contagious because she moved up against him with a sexy moan. “Yes, yes, Griffin. Like that. God, yes, come inside me, like that!”
Her impassioned plea was a sounding bell to his fervent body. Like Justify charging the opening gate at the Belmont Stakes, Griffin began thrusting into her. At first cautious, not wanting to hurt her and conscious of how tight she was, he tried to contain his thrusts. But Tara was as excited as he was. Her pleas were fervent, commanding. “No, no, Griffin. Don’t stop. I want you. All of you. Please don’t stop.” Once again, he cried out, “Holy Christ, Tara, as if I ever could!”
Long after, he had thrown caution to the winds and began fucking her as thoroughly and as deeply as he possibly could. He felt his balls drawing up against his groin at the same moment that he felt her orgasm crash over her. Rising up over her and driving himself in to the hilt, his balls banging against her ass, he gave in to the most body-shattering climax he’d ever had. His hoarse cry reverberated through the dark, star-filled night. It was the primal sound of a marauding beast. A powerful, male animal who had risen to never-before achieved heights and miraculously not only climbed the heady summit but also threw himself over the frightening peak with a heartfelt roar.
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Griffin breathed an appreciative sigh when he opened the refrigerator. Christ, you could say a lot of things about hi
s outrageous partner. Magnus never missed an opportunity to prick at Griffin’s arrogance, particularly when Griffin deigned to ask for his help. But, Griffin admitted, one couldn’t have a better tactician than Magnus Armstrong when planning to kidnap a feisty woman. To his credit, after a few well-deserved jibes about how Griffin had thought that he could fool his intuitive partner—particularly when it came to matters of the heart or, to be more specific, those that involved more prominent organs, Magnus had murmured, “As though you could resist, man. Holy shit, Griff, the sparks between you two were as obvious as they were dangerous.” He’d added with a conspiratorial grin, “Christ, dude, our own Miss Marvel wannabe, Jia Yanlin, sussed out your interest in the blonde sexpot. Not happily, I might note.”
Remembering the conversation with his trusted cohort, Griffin admitted that Magnus was on-target regarding his fierce assistant. One didn’t want to annoy Jia. She had a vicious streak a mile wide. If she wasn’t so damned smart and as efficient as five assistants, Griffin might not have kept her on. In addition, he admitted that she was beginning to test his written-in-stone rule that he didn’t consort with members of his team. Jia made sure that all the other women knew that intimacy with the big guy was verboten, that even a quiver of interest was grounds for immediate dismissal. Unfortunately, Griffin couldn’t ignore Jia’s overtures, as subtle as they were. In retrospect, he acknowledged that her interest in him was obvious. A dead giveaway was how she’d struck out at Tara, claiming that the rabble-rousing editor was a threat to her boss. Griffin had to admit Jia’s instincts were on-target. From the first time he’d seen her, Tara had struck a nerve with him. A primal one at that. He admitted the fact that his uptight assistant saw the sparks between them was dangerous. Particularly for an unsuspecting Tara.
