by Karen Kelley
“Did you miss me?” he asked, once again leaning against the doorframe. His grin was slow and disarming.
At least it would be if she wasn’t ticked off. “No, I didn’t miss you. I wanted to tell you how much I despise you. Grandpa and I were making it just fine before you showed up.”
“He asked for my help,” he reminded her. “You weren’t doing as well as you think.”
“We were doing a lot better than we are now.”
“True, but you did bring some of this on yourself.”
“Me!”
“I warned you there would be a robbery, but you didn’t believe me.”
“Why should I believe a stranger?”
“Because I don’t lie.”
She caught a slight hesitation and pounced. “Never?”
He shrugged. “Almost never.”
“And you call yourself an angel.”
“Nephilim. I’m only half angel.”
She glared at him, trying to think of something else she could accuse him of doing. She finally blurted, “You kissed me.”
He shook his head. “No, you kissed me.”
Her body stiffened. “I did not!”
He straightened. A moment of panic washed over her as he sauntered closer, but she refused to back off and merely raised her chin. He stopped barely a foot away from her. He didn’t say anything.
“I thought you were dying.” She crossed her arms. “You’d taken a bullet meant for me. It was all a lie.”
“I did take a bullet.”
Her eyes narrowed. Was he laughing at her? “You’re an immortal.”
“I can still feel pain, and nephilim can die.”
“But not from a bullet,” she countered.
He shook his head. He wasn’t wearing his hat and a lock of hair fell forward. She tried to think of something to say but couldn’t. He confused her, and he was standing too damn close.
“But you weren’t dying,” she finally stuttered.
“No.”
“Then why did you ask me to kiss you?” Let him explain that!
“You let me think I was granting your last wish!”
“I think you’re beautiful and I wanted to feel your lips against mine. I wanted to see if you tasted as sexy as you look. I wasn’t disappointed.”
“You screwed up my life.”
“I’ll fix it.” He brushed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. His fingers lingered, massaging her earlobe. “Tell me you enjoyed the kiss as much as I did.”
Her eyes met his. She couldn’t look away. He had the most beautiful eyes. She thought they were blue, but now she could see they were more a deep purple, fathomless. She could get lost in them.
From somewhere far off she heard his voice. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now.”
Before she could lie and say that was the last thing on her mind, his lips lightly brushed across hers. She jumped. His hand slipped to the back of her neck and began to massage.
“Shh. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
That was the problem: right now she wanted him to do a lot more. It had been a long time since she’d had sex. For a while she’d sworn off men. Too many complications. They always wanted more than she was willing to give. Like a relationship.
She didn’t want the problems that came with something more permanent than a few dates. But this was different.
His tongue slipped inside her mouth and caressed. A shiver of excitement trembled over her body. His hand moved lower, kneading the tense muscles that knotted her back. She sighed.
Pure relaxation began to consume her. Her hands wound around his neck and pulled him nearer.
His hands glided beneath her shirt, unhooking her bra with one snap of his fingers. She gasped, but before she could move away his fingers brushed across her nipples, then lightly squeezed.
Heat shot downward, causing an ache to settle between her legs.
When he ended the kiss, she could barely catch her breath.
“You’ll leave after you fix the mess you made out of my life, right?”
He hesitated, then said, “I won’t have a choice.”
“No strings attached?”
“This will never be permanent. I’m sorry I can’t give you more.”
He started to step away, but she pulled him back. “I’m not.”
Dillon wasn’t a real man. He was a nephilim. There wouldn’t be any strings attached. As soon as her name was cleared, he would leave. Sex without worrying about making a relationship work was exactly what she needed right now. Besides, he owed her.
She kissed him long and hard. He tasted wonderful, musky and like the woods after a rain, and hot, like a fire out of control.
She tugged at his shirt until she was pulling it over his head. He was all tanned, hard, sinewy muscles and sexy ridges. She ran her fingers over his abdomen. He drew in a deep breath. Her hands scraped upward, thumbs pressing against his nipples. He groaned.
She liked the way she made him feel. It was all about control with her. She enjoyed taking it and keeping it, and she wasn’t about to give it up now.
She reached for the buttons on her shirt. He stopped her from pushing the first one through the hole. “Wait.”
“What?” she cried with frustration.
“I have a gift.”
“I don’t need candy or flowers.”
“You don’t understand. It’s something I do. I can mesmerize you with my eyes. It usually doesn’t last this long and most of the time I don’t realize I’m doing it. What you’re feeling might not be real.”
“I know exactly what you did with your eyes. It was obvious the second time.”
He frowned. “It was?”
“Yes, but that’s not why I want to have sex with you. I want it because I need it.” She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor along with her bra. “Do you understand?”
His fingers trailed between her breasts, circling one nipple, then the other before moving downward. “I’m getting an idea.”
He swirled his finger around her navel, fingers tickling, moving back and forth.
He definitely understood what she wanted. She slid her fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans. He unsnapped hers, then tugged the zipper downward, pushing them over her hips until they slid the rest of the way to the floor and she kicked out of them. When she would’ve unbuttoned his, he took her hands and moved them back to her sides, shaking his head.
“I fantasized about what you would look like without clothes.”
He met her eyes and she could feel the warm tingles begin from that one mesmerizing look, but this time was different. She knew the power he had, but rather than run from it, she let his gaze sweep slowly over her, relishing the warmth of his stare as it touched her breasts, grazed her ribs, and slid over her abdomen.
She gasped when the waves of heat began to build between her legs, the flames licking over the pale blue silk of her bikini panties.
Her breathing was labored short little puffs. If he could do that with his eyes, she could only imagine what he would be able to do with his hands.
“You look better than I could imagine,” he said and pushed the first button through the hole of his jeans.
Raine couldn’t look away as he pushed another one through, then another and then the last. He toed off his boots. The material of his jeans parted and she saw a trail of dark hair until it disappeared. Her mouth watered.
He bent and removed his socks, then straightened. In one swift motion, he shoved his jeans and boxers down, unleashing the man. His erection was thick. Her hand itched to take him, to guide him inside her. When he sauntered nearer, she couldn’t resist and ran her finger over the soft tip, massaging the drop of moisture across the head of his penis. He jerked, sucking air.
Empowered, she stroked over his length, sliding the foreskin downward. He rocked against her hand. That was what she liked.
A man who let her take charge. She w
as in control.
She closed the space between them, running her tongue across his magnificent pecs. “I want you buried deep inside me. I want to feel you pumping hard.” She slid her hand up and down. “I want the friction, the heat, to consume us.”
She pushed her panties down, then kicked them away from her, pressing against him. It was what she’d longed for. Total release. She closed her eyes, only wanting to feel him against her, letting the fire build inside her.
He moved before she could protest, picking her up.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you somewhere more comfortable.”
“You’re going to carry me up the stairs?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Well, glory be, Rhett, you’re positively sending a thrill down my body.”
He chuckled. She held tight around his neck, but she knew he wouldn’t drop her. He was an immortal with strength that went beyond a normal man’s. She was right. He wasn’t even breathing hard when he reached the top. He continued down the hallway and nudged open the door to her bedroom with his foot.
He laid her gently in the middle of the bed, moving in beside her. His warm breath fanned her cheek. She inhaled his earthy scent as her body went into overdrive. He nibbled her earlobe before dipping his tongue inside. She groaned, turning her head so he had better access. He trailed a heated path with his tongue until he circled one nipple. She arched her back, pulling his head closer to her breast when he made no move to take the nipple inside his mouth. And then he was running his tongue back and forth across the tight nub and all the time his fingers stroked downward, moving closer to her secret spot.
The tension inside her continued to build until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She suddenly pushed on his shoulders, throwing him off guard. In one swift movement she straddled him, her body nestled against his cock. She closed her eyes and stretched her arms above her head as she gently moved her hot sex over his hard length. This was nice. She grew damp from the friction each time she slid up, then down his length. She needed and craved penetration.
He moaned. She looked down, her eyes colliding with the passion in his. “Do you like this?” she asked, but she already knew the answer. His eyes were filled with his desire.
“Yeah, I like it. Do you?” His hand slid over her bare butt cheek and didn’t stop until it rested against the crack of her bottom. One finger nudged her as though it sought more warmth.
She didn’t move, afraid of what might happen if she did.
“I would never hurt you,” he said and began to lightly swirl his finger.
New sensations spiraled downward. She drew in a sharp breath, then exhaled in a whoosh as he pulled her closer to his heat. This new move excited her.
“I love watching the emotions cross your face. You’re more passionate than I could have imagined.”
His words excited her more. He didn’t stop there. He moved his hand from behind and brushed through the curls between her legs, rubbing his thumb over the fleshy part of her sex. She arched her back, loving every second of the sensations he created, but only for a moment. She wiggled against him. When she had him exactly where she wanted him, she raised herself.
He moved his hands until he gripped her hips, bringing her back down until she was resting against his cock. “Better,” he said, holding her in place. He drew in a ragged breath as if breathing was too difficult. “Do you always take control?” he finally managed to ask.
He knew exactly what she was doing, but she didn’t care. She was having too much fun. She laughed. “Always. And what about you? Are you enjoying me straddling your cock?” She wiggled for added emphasis.
A low growl came from deep in his throat. “You know I am.”
“Then you’ll like this even more.” She leaned forward, taunting him with her breasts. He was so intent on watching them that she knew he didn’t realize her main purpose until he was sliding inside her. He drew in a sharp breath.
She rocked her body against him, lowering herself on his cock inch by incredible inch. She’d never had a man so large and thick, but then he wasn’t just any man. She didn’t care what he was as long as she got release. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of her body closing around his hot erection. Dillon no longer existed. It was only her and the passion.
His hips shot upward, burying himself inside her, startling her. She opened her eyes and looked down at him.
“Oh no you don’t,” he said. “If you want to have sex by yourself, then you can buy a vibrator.”
Anger fused through her. “I already own a couple. A woman can’t always find a warm breathing man to have fun with.”
She frowned at him. “I don’t know what you’re so concerned about. I’ve never heard any complaints before,” she said and started to move.
He held her in place. “Lady, I’m not complaining. It’s sexy as hell staring at your breasts as they bounce, and watching my cock sliding in and out of your body. It’s a hell of a turn-on. I bet the men you’ve been with loved every minute of you on top and never realized you couldn’t care less who was under you.”
She clamped her lips together as anger began to build inside her. “You’re the one who started this game with your mesmerizing eyes. If you don’t like having sex with me, then get the hell out of my bed.”
“That’s exactly what I mean. I don’t want to have sex with you.”
Raine couldn’t believe the disappointment that swept over her, but she glared down at him rather than let him know how much his words affected her. “Then go.”
He shook his head. “I’m just getting started.”
She frowned, not understanding what he was trying to say. The guy was definitely crazy. He wanted to have sex, then he didn’t. He was probably trying to make her crazy. He was succeeding!
“I want to make love with you.” His words were husky with passion, caressing her, filling her with need. “We’re going to have the sweetest, hottest sex you’ve ever experienced, but we’re going to do it my way. I’m in charge.”
A moment passed before his words sank in. Sex was sex. She wanted release, nothing more. She thought he understood that.
The first inkling of doubt weaved through her. “What exactly do you mean?”
Chapter 10
Dillon moved so fast Raine didn’t have time to protest. One minute she straddled him and the next she was tucked beneath him and he was staring down into her startled eyes. This was better. He wanted her to know who was in control.
Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t like being on the bottom,” she said between gritted teeth.
God, she was sexy when she was pissed off. Her chest rose and fell from the storm brewing inside, while silver sparks danced in her eyes. Even with her lips pressed mutinously together, they were still deliciously pouty and kissable and tempting and…
He lowered his mouth, running his tongue across her bottom lip. She stilled as the battle to give in warred with her natural instinct for dominance. She’d taken care of people almost her whole life and didn’t know how to relinquish control. He planned to teach her— and he would fix the mess he’d made of her life.
There was a time and a place for everything, and at that particular moment, he needed to be in Raine’s bed with her naked body pressed against his.
As soon as her lips relaxed, he slipped his tongue inside, catching her sigh. He almost smiled but knew she wouldn’t appreciate gloating. The victory was his. They both knew it. There was no need to rub it in. And then it didn’t matter who the winner was as he lost himself in the kiss, tasting, his tongue teasing, darting inside only to pull back before thrusting again, then gently caressing.
He caught her sigh, her surrender, as her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. Her body was soft in all the right places. Her fingers trailed up and down his back, stroking. He lost himself in the sensations she created, his cock nudging Raine to open her legs and let him in. But she didn’
t.
She drew out the game; her hands trailed farther down. Nice, he thought as he closed his eyes, letting the heat swirl around him.
She squeezed his ass, massaging.
“I want to touch you,” she said, heated breath fluttering against his chest. “Please.”
Her voice quivered on the last word and he knew how much it cost her to beg. Raine, who was always in control, had relinquished and crowned him the victor. He wouldn’t humiliate her. He moved partially to his side, sucking air when her fingers circled his cock.
“You’re so thick and so big,” she said, her fingers running the length.
Did she know how close he was to exploding? Apparently not, because she circled around him, sliding his foreskin down, then moving her thumb over the tip.
“I bet you taste good, too.” She ran her tongue over his nipple.
He jerked. “I don’t know how long I can hold back.”
“I know.” She released his cock and shoved against his shoulder, catching him off balance so that he fell onto his back against the mattress with an oomph. Before he could recover from the shock that she’d manipulated him, she straddled him, positioning his cock so that it slid into the heat of her body with ease.
He struggled to regain control, but she wiggled her tight little ass against him, then raised herself before plunging downward.
Thoughts of gaining control quickly fled. He grasped her hips and rose to meet her the next time she lowered her body. He was gratified to hear her gasp of pleasure.
“Oh, yes, this is fucking good,” she said. “I want more.”
Leaning down, she ran her tongue up his chest, stopping when she came to his nipple, teasing with her tongue. “Tell me you don’t enjoy me being on top,” she said with a wicked grin.
He couldn’t.
He couldn’t say a damn word as he raised his hips again and again, sinking deeper and deeper into Raine, her hot juices lubricating his cock as she slid up and down his shaft until his world exploded with lights and colors. He vaguely heard her cry when she came, her nails sinking into his flesh.
As the room came back into focus, Dillon knew he’d been played, that he’d never been in control. He opened his eyes and watched her. Raine’s hands rested on her thighs, her breasts jutted forward as the last tremble of her orgasm rippled over her. She lazily opened her eyes and smiled down on him.
