“Let me go.” She pushed against him harder then, too angry to be surprised when he backed up. Then she gasped in shock as he grabbed her arm and hauled her into the living room.
“Dammit, Jesse, stop manhandling me,” she ordered him, furious as he spun her around before releasing her.
“Take the shirt off,” he growled, his voice darkly dangerous.
Terrie felt her juices begin to coat her cunt lips, her br**sts swelling further as his gaze flickered to them once again.
“Jesse, this has gone too far.” She restrained the urge to do exactly what he ordered. Damn it, she shouldn’t be so turned on with this dominant side of him. Her vagina shouldn’t be flaming with arousal, her body desperate to have him touch her.
His hands went to his shirt. She watched, almost whimpering as he quickly pulled it from his trousers and began to unbutton it.
“Take it off, or I’ll rip it from you. Which suits me better. When I get you in bed I want you naked, wearing nothing but my touch.”
She shuddered, moisture sliding insidiously from her vagina, thick and hot, preparing her.
“What’s gotten into you?” she whispered breathlessly as he tore the shirt from his shoulders and dropped it carelessly to the floor.
His eyes were blazing with heat now as he watched her.
“Take the shirt off, Terrie,” he rasped out heatedly. “Make me tell you again, and I promise, you won’t like the consequences.”
“Rape?” she questioned him, though she knew if he touched her, she would fall beneath him willingly.
He smiled. A slow sexy turn of his lips that had her breathing escalating.
“Would it be rape, baby?” he asked her with a slow, knowing drawl. “I don’t think it would be. I think your pu**y is ready to drip down your leg you’re so turned on. I think you need it hard, fast and rough. And I’m more than ready to give it to you.”
Terrie felt the blood rush through her system. Lust, hot and addictive, was like a spicy scent in the air, steaming between them. Carnal intent filled Jesse’s expression and tightened every line and muscle in his body. Her quick glance to his crotch showed a bulge that made her mouth go dry. Hard, fast and rough. The words had her pu**y clenching, drenching her with heated need. He had no idea just how much she did want it, need it, crave it. From him.
His hands reached out, and before she could stop him, he gripped the shirt, wrenching the material until buttons were flying in all directions and she was left bare before his gaze. Gasping, Terrie jerked back from him. Her eyes widened, her body flared with a heat so deep it terrified her.
“Good God.” His voice was strangled at he stared at her thighs, the bare folds of her pu**y and the gold ring piercing the clit hood. “Son of a bitch, Terrie. Could anything be sexier than that ring? I can’t wait to see what it does for you when I get it in my mouth.”
Her clit pulsed, her womb clenching with such force it made her breathless, terrifying her with the strength of her arousal. Before she could change her mind she ran. Dodging around him, she sprinted through the room and up the stairs, aware that he had taken off after her.
The breath was sawing desperately through her chest as she scrambled up the steps to the dubious safety of her room. She could lock herself in, run a tub of cold water and immerse herself in it. Surely that would cool the naked lust spearing through her body.
He caught her at the door. One arm manacled her waist as the other slammed the door closed behind them. Jesse held her effortlessly, ignoring her struggles as he tore the shirt from her body, then allowed her to wrench out of his arms.
“Bastard!” She turned on him, wishing she were as furious as she was trying to be.
His lips quirked with a smile.
“I’m hearing everything out of your lips but ‘no’, Terrie,” he growled, his hands going to the clasp of his trousers. “Let me hear you say no. Come on, baby, I dare you.”
As she stared at him in shock, the rest of his clothes were disposed of. He stood before her gloriously naked, his c**k standing out from his body in a hard, thick exclamation of arousal. Terrie’s breath caught. He was hard-packed muscle and thick eager lust.
“This is insanity,” she gasped, her br**sts heaving as his gaze watched the hard-tipped mounds with sexual intensity.
She could feel the weight of the ring in her nipple and her clit, rasping against the sensitivity of each area.
“No, waiting this long was insanity,” he growled. “Waiting on you to forget Thomas’s stupidity and to see how desperately I’ve craved you was insanity. I’m about to get real damned smart and do something about it now.”
“And if I don’t want it?” she questioned desperately. Like that was going to happen in this lifetime.
“Oh, you want it,” he told her, stalking closer to her as she backed away from him uneasily. “That pretty, bare cunt of yours is glistening with how bad you want it. And I’m more than happy to give it to you.”
She knew he was right, but damn him, he didn’t have to be so sure of himself.