“But I need—”
“I’ll give it to you, as soon as you’re ready.”
Ready? How could she be more ready? She was breathing fire, her heart pumping lava. Right behind her clit an inferno of an ache burst, threatening to singe her alive.
“I’m ready now!”
He shook his head, balancing his forehead on hers so that she had nowhere to look except into his eyes. “No, honey. Put yourself in my hands. I’m going to take care of you.”
With her flat on her back and Hunter covering her completely, her anchor to the bed, it wasn’t as if she had much choice. Kata bit her lip as both anger and arousal surged wildly.
The head of his c**k scraped just the right spot again and again and again. The storm brewing in her body became a hurricane. Vicious need rushed through her. She clamped down on him. And the friction only grew more mind-boggling as he fought his way deep with every plunge.
As she gasped, her world spun out of control. Her stare clung to his. She knew he could read the panicked need in her eyes.
“Now you’re ready.”
Hunter turned on the jets, his thrusts into her a rapid rush of fire deep over her skin. Her body jolted, tightened, bucked. And the pleasure multiplied exponentially, zipping fire through her entire body. She clawed, screamed, begged.
And orgasm was still beyond her reach. Still in his hands.
Panting, Kata dug in her nails, desperately clutching what little she had left of her composure. She was giving Hunter too much, and he was eating it up—and with every stroke demanding still more. Yes, she’d promised him an hour of candor, never imagining he’d work this deeply into her body and her psyche and take over. Her mistake.
Now it was too late.
He hammered into her, shoulders flexed, concentration fierce. And still his gaze locked on hers, forcing her to connect with him, to show him exactly how he affected her stroke for stroke.
Inside her, pleasure pummeled her. A tingle built on a shiver, deepening the unrelenting ache between her legs. He capitalized on that ruthlessly, pounding, pounding her most sensitive spot.
The pleasure was like a chain reaction as it built, fed on itself, then took on a life of its own. Suddenly, the need for release swallowed her whole, and Kata feared how far under it would drag her. How far under Hunter’s spell it would put her.
“C’mon, honey. Let it happen. I’ll be here to catch you.”
Wildly, she shook her head. “It’s too—oh . . .” she whimpered, throbbing everywhere. “Too much!”
“Then it’s perfect. Come for me, Kata.”
As if her body had only needed that last stroke and his rough encouragement, the restraints around her pleasure sprang free. She screamed his name again as her entire body clenched with unrivaled pleasure.
“Yes! That’s it,” he chanted. “Watching you let go makes me so . . . Fuck!”
As the climax exploded, fracturing her, his entire body tensed, broad hands clutching her hips, keeping her suspended in the sort of ecstasy she’d never believed existed. Until Hunter. He shuttled deep and emptied into her, delving so far inside her, she’d never be able to look at him again and not think of how thoroughly he had controlled her body. The supernova he’d detonated inside flashed her even hotter—with no end in sight. The wrenching pleasure had her crying out until she lost her breath, her voice.
As soon as the climax slowed, leaving behind languid, liquid satisfaction and his addicting male scent, his gaze locked in on her, steady, open, letting her see forever into his psyche to glimpse his grit, his determination—and the fact that he only wanted her more.
A moment later, the aftermath of her orgasm split her wide apart, ripping her open from the inside out. Vulnerability crashed over her. A hot splash of moisture filled her eyes, burning like acid as her throat closed up. Tears were coming. There was no goddamn way she would expose her raw feelings to anyone, least of all the man who’d just stripped her down to her soul. Being with him when they’d talked and danced, fine. They’d simply been having fun. But now ... he’d affected her emotionally, controlled her in a way that made it impossible for her to control herself. Shades of Mamá and Gordon. Game over.
For her sanity, there was no way she could ever lay eyes on him again.
Chapter Four
BENEATH Hunter, Kata shoved, trying frantically to dislodge him. She pushed with an intensity that hinted at panic. Her whole body shook. Was she sick? Had he, God forbid, hurt her somehow?
Frowning, he rolled aside, zeroing in on her. “Kata?”
But she was already off the bed, grabbing her clothes, refusing to turn his way.
Kata slipped on her sexy hot pink panties. The visual of her in naughty lace and nothing else made him instantly hard again. He tore off the condom and trashed it, restraining the urge to drag her back to bed and tie her to it.