doesn't feel good on my end. God… you're really sick, you know that?”
That neon gaze narrowed in offense. “You think I don't want you.”
“Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I've missed all that lust on your side. Yeah, you're really hot for me.”
She couldn't believe how fast he moved. One minute he was sitting back against the wall, looking at her. The next he had her down on the floor, underneath him. His thigh shoved her legs apart and then his hips drove into her core. What came against her was a thick, hard length.
His hand tangled in her hair and pulled, arching her up against him. He dropped his mouth to her ear.
“You feel that, Mary?” He rubbed his arousal in tight circles, stroking her, making her bloom for him. “You feel me? What does this mean?”
She gasped for air. She was so wet now, her body ready for him to drive deep into her.
“Tell me what it means, Mary.” When she didn't answer, he sucked her neck until it stung and then took her earlobe between his teeth. Little punishments. “I want you to say it. So I know you're clear on how I feel.”
His free hand dipped under her butt, tucked her closer, and then his erection pushed into her, hitting the right place. She could feel the head of him probing through his pants and her pajama bottoms.
“Say it, Mary.”
He surged forward again and she groaned. “You want me.”
“And let's just make sure you remember that, shall we?”
He released her hair and took her lips with a raw edge. He was all over her, inside her mouth, on top of her body, his heat and his male smell and his tremendous erection promising her one hell of a wild, erotic ride.
But then he rolled off of her and went back to where he'd been against the wall. Just like that, he was under control again. His breathing even. His body still.
She struggled to sit up, trying to remember how to use her arms and legs.
“I'm not a man, Mary, even though parts of me look like one. What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside of you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breathe.” His stare was level, brutal in its honesty. “Except none of that's going to happen. If I felt you less, it would be different, easier. But you do something weird to my body, so totally controlled is the only way I can be with you. Otherwise I'm liable to lose it, and the last thing I want to do is scare the hell out of you. Or worse, hurt you.”
Visions swam in her head, visions of everything he had described, and her body wept anew for him. He took a deep breath and growled softly, like he'd caught the scent of her sex and relished it.
“Oh, Mary. Will you let me pleasure you? Will you let me take that sweet arousal of yours where it wants to go?”
She wanted to say yes, but the logistics of what he was suggesting hit her hard: getting naked, in front of him, in the candlelight. No one but doctors and nurses knew what had been left behind on her body after the disease had retreated. And she couldn't help thinking of those sexy women she'd seen come on to him.
“I'm not what you're used to,” she said softly. “I'm not… beautiful.” He frowned, but she shook her head. “Trust me on this one.”
Rhage prowled over to her, those shoulders rolling like a lion's. “Let me show you how beautiful you are. Nicely. Slowly. Nothing rough. I'll be a perfect gentleman, I promise.”
His lips parted and she caught a glance of the tips of his fangs. Then his mouth was on hers and, God, he was fantastic, all drugging sweeps of lips and tongue. With a moan, she wound her arms around his neck, digging her fingers into his scalp.
As he laid her down on the floor, she braced herself for his weight. Instead he stretched out next