her head. “You don’t—”
“Mean it?” he interrupted her once more, completing her sentence. “Yes, I do. To you, I might be a mistake,” he repeated what she’d called him again for the second time in as many minutes, and it shredded her. “But to all of them out there, including my friend, you’re mine. At night, when you’re under me, moaning my name, coming around my dick, you’re mine. Aren’t you?” He rolled his hips, his erection, thick and hard, grinding against her belly. “Aren’t you, baby?”
She squeezed her eyes closed. Trembled. And rasped, “Yes.”
His mouth crushed down on hers, consuming the echo of the word and robbing her breath. Hard, rough, hot. Nothing gentle about this kiss. It was pure lust and aggression. Pure need. She shoved her fingers through his hair, fisting the cool strands, her ravenous desire rising to match his.
She didn’t give a damn that just down the hallway, hundreds of people congregated. Didn’t care that anyone could easily open that door—just as easily as she’d done. No, she didn’t spare one more thought on any of that. Everything in her focused on this man devouring her mouth like he’d been on a hunger strike, and she was his first meal.
His arm wrapped around her waist, hauling her tighter to him, and his big frame surrounded her. Protecting her. Even as she tumbled headlong into the wild sexual chaos he never failed to stir within her, she didn’t fight or fear it. Not when she had utter confidence that he would be her anchor.
“Put your legs around me,” he ordered seconds before hiking her into the air.
She obeyed, wrapping herself around him, trusting his strength, his power. In several long strides, he had her back pressed to the wall. One glance over his shoulder assured her they were steeped in shadow, the pale moonbeams not reaching them in their corner. Of course, Ross would’ve considered their privacy and her modesty. Even if by chance someone passed by the window that looked out over the lawn and stable, they wouldn’t glimpse her and Ross. The knowledge allowed her to sink further into him, under his spell.
With the wall behind her and his body aligned against her front, she was trapped. And didn’t want to escape. Cupping his jaw, she settled her thumbs on his chin and tugged. Demanding he open wider for her. Triumph and satisfaction sang through her when he complied, cocking his head so she could thrust deeper, help herself to more of him.
God help her, but she would never get enough of this man. She acknowledged that fact with a fatalistic certainty. She could no more change it than she could who fathered her baby. Ross had imprinted himself on her so long ago, branding her with his special mark of passion, of possession. Maybe it hadn’t been time, work and motherhood that had prevented her from becoming romantically involved again in these past three years. Maybe it had been the knowledge that no one else could make her fly and die at the same time.
“Touch me,” she pleaded, unashamed in her need. Peppering fevered kisses across his cheek and jaw, she whispered, “Please, touch me.”
The night at The Bellamy, it’d been she who’d sought to help him forget with passion. Now she needed him to do the same for her. Help her forget she’d hurt him with her angry words. Help her forget she’d hurt herself.
“Where?” He cupped her breast in his big hand, his thumb rubbing her nipple over her dress. She whimpered, arching into the caress. “Here?”
“No.” She wrapped her fingers around his, and with the other hand, tugged the neckline to the side, exposing her bra and flesh. Still not satisfied, she yanked down the cup, freeing herself. “Here.”
He bent his head over her, his growl of approval humming against her skin as he sucked her deep. Pulling on her. Licking her. Tormenting her. She rasped nonsensical words as he worked her over. They could’ve been praise or pleas, she didn’t know. Didn’t care. Just as long as he kept hauling her to the brink. Here they let down their guards, their swords, and loved.
Or at least she did.
Biting her lip, she clutched his head, lifted it and brought it to the neglected breast. Together, they bared her, and together they offered her up to his voracious mouth. She shook in his arms, undulating wildly, rubbing her sex against his dick. Yes, layers of clothing separated them, but it didn’t