Raid - By Kristen Ashley Page 0,54
time and kissed me.
It was nice, but too short.
I would know why when he broke it, looked me in the eyes and stated, “Now that’s done, time for a tour of your house. A tour that’s gonna end in your bedroom.”
His words made me shiver.
I was about to have sex with an amazingly gorgeous, criminal underworld bounty hunter with questionable ethics that at least made sense to him, even if they didn’t entirely make sense to me. He was dangerous. He was damaged. He was into me. I instinctively knew this was not the end of my world shifting because Raiden Ulysses Miller entered it.
And still…
I could not wait.
Chapter Twelve
Trust It All to Me
The tour of my house didn’t last long, and as Raiden said, it ended in the bedroom.
It lasted long enough that by the time we got there my breasts had swelled and my legs were trembling so much I didn’t know how I stayed standing.
That didn’t mean I didn’t watch closely as he entered my room. I was unbelievably gratified when he took in my intricately scrolled white iron bed; the frills, the flowers, the pastel pinks, blues and greens, and I saw his face get soft. His lips quirked and I knew he liked it.
I definitely knew I liked Raiden in my room and this did have to do with the fact that I spent a fair amount of time imagining him right there.
And there he was.
Right there.
I enjoyed this feeling for a second before he took my hand and led me to the bed, then I was back to concentrating on my breasts swelling and my legs trembling so badly I found it hard to stay upright.
Once we got to the bed, though, he did something strange.
He sat on the side, opened his legs and pulled me between them, but then he let my hand go and both of his spanned my hips in a firm way that said without words I was to stay right there.
I stayed right there.
He tipped his head back to look at me.
“Downstairs, you made a decision,” he stated quietly, and my breath started to quicken.
He was very right. I did.
I nodded.
“I know it freaked you, baby, but I hope you come to understand what I gave you downstairs was a gift that, in giving, means a fuckuva lot to me.”
I could see that already so I nodded again.
He took in my nod, nodded back once and the pads of his fingers dug into my hips.
“I trusted you with that, Hanna. No one but the people I work with knows that shit about me. Not my Mom, my sister, not anybody.”
“I won’t say anything,” I assured hm.
“I gotta trust that, honey.”
This was big. I understood why, so to make my point my hands covered his at my hips and I whispered, “You can.”
Raiden studied me.
Then he said, “Okay.”
I let out a deep breath.
His hands slid up to my waist and his eyes held mine. “Now, you’ve had a lot happen. You’re learnin’ some serious shit and this is goin’ fast for you, but even so I’m gonna ask you to take more.”
Oh boy.
“Okay,” I replied but it was hesitant.
“Last night, you got off on what we did. I get who you are, where you come from, but you let yourself go with me and I loved that, every second. I’m gonna trust you with what I gave you downstairs and take it from you that since I’m sittin’ on your bed, you took that from me and still trust me. But I need you to trust it all to me.”
I was again confused. “Trust all what to you?”
“This,” his hands slid up to my ribs and tightened. “You. All of you. I want you to trust it all to me.”
I was right.
Oh boy.
“Raiden—”
“I like to play.”
I shut my mouth.
“You got a hint of that last night,” he went on.
A hint?
Oh God.
“Yeah?” he prompted.
Oh yeah, I got it, but I didn’t know it was a hint.
Still, I nodded.
“And you got off on it,” he noted.
I so did.
I nodded again.
“I wanna give you more.”
Oh my God.
My legs again got weak, and my hands that had dropped from his when his moved lifted to hold onto his shoulders.
“Which means you’re gonna take more,” he continued.
Oh my God.
“And you’re gonna give more to me,” he kept going.
I started breathing heavily.
“But anything I do, anything I ask you to do, it doesn’t work for you, it doesn’t turn you on, no matter how deep we