your rule?” She pressed another kiss to his throat.
He shuddered against her. “Trust me.”
That was…hard.
“The world can think I’m a bastard. Everyone else can call me a monster, but I want you to trust me. I want you to believe I’m different. Just give me that, would you?”
Her head lifted. She stared into his eyes. Saw the swirl of emotion and for one crazy moment, Lacey had the urge to say…
I would give you just about everything.
No. No. She shook her head at the thought.
“Right.” His Adam’s apple clicked as he swallowed. “Well, I’d like to act like I have some control and pride and that I am going to back away from you now since you’re not down with my rule, but we both know that’s not fucking happening. Just like before, I want you more than my next breath and nothing will stop me from—”
She shot onto her tiptoes. “Kiss me.”
His mouth took hers. The kiss was ravenous and hot. Consuming and demanding. She kissed him back with a need that couldn’t be denied. Her hand was still stroking his cock, and he was big and strong, and she wanted him buried inside of her. “Fuck me,” she urged against his mouth.
A shudder worked over him. In the next moment, he had her in his arms. She rather loved the way he lifted her so easily. Her legs curled around his hips, and she arched against his cock. She still had her clothes on and they were absolutely in the way, but she rubbed her sex against him, loving the friction and wanting so much more.
He carried her into the bedroom. Light poured through the window, but she didn’t care. He lowered her onto the bed, and he started hauling off her boots. The damn boots! They were taking forever and—
Gone. Next, he reached for her jeans. Had those and her panties yanked off in a blink. She tossed away her sweater and her bra and when she was naked—
He already had the condom on. She nodded quickly because she didn’t want to slow down. She wanted him in her. Fast. She wanted body-melting release. She didn’t want uncertainty. Or fear. Or—
He pushed her legs apart.
“Come in,” she demanded.
“Not yet.”
Why not? “Dex?”
He took her nipple into his mouth. Licked. Sucked. Her eyes wanted to roll back in her head because it felt so good. Her hands curled on either side of his body as she held on tight. He was between her spread legs, and she arched up because she wanted him inside.
One of his hands slid between her legs. In the next breath, he’d pushed two fingers into her. Withdrew. Thrust. He was working her clit with his thumb in the super skilled way that he did. Long strokes, short, fast, hard presses and—
He was licking her other breast. She was probably clawing his sides. When Dex started touching her, control was a distant memory. She wanted him. So badly.
“You know I’ll give you whatever you need.” He’d pushed up on one arm and was staring down at her. “Don’t you?”
What she needed? She needed him. Lacey’s head bobbed a frantic nod.
“You want to forget everything else that’s going on? Want to have the pain stop and only feel pleasure?”
“Yes!”
“Trust me, and I’ll give you pleasure.”
Wait…
But he was moving down her body. His hand was gone from between her legs and his mouth took its place. There was no more thinking after that. Only feeling. Her hips surged toward him and his wicked tongue as her hands fisted the bedding. She came quickly, a shattering eruption that had her choking out his name.
“See?” His deep voice rumbled against her. Sent off after-shocks of pleasure. “That’s what happens when you trust me.”
Her lashes swept up just in time for her to see him rising over her.
“Want more?” Dex asked her.
She wanted everything.
He kissed her. “Then trust me.”
She—
He drove into her. Filled her completely. Her legs locked around him. Her hips surged against him over and over. This wasn’t slow and tender. There weren’t any other careful caresses or sweet promises. This was sex. Desire at its basest. Their bodies heaved together. Their hearts raced and pounded, and it seemed like they couldn’t get close enough to each other.
She was urging him on. Chanting his name. He was driving ever harder and deeper into her. The intensity should have frightened her. The whole atmosphere had changed. The temperature in the room seemed to have heated.
Savage. Primal. Desperate.
But she never