Something fierce rippled as he looked down at me completely naked on my bed.
“Are you sure?” he grated.
My hands fisted in my sheets, my body arching toward him. Needing him in a way I’d never needed anyone before. “I already told you I’m not afraid. You, Rex Gunner, are a chance I’m willing to take.”
“You shouldn’t be real.” It was rough. Just like the man.
I bit my bottom lip, loving when he let me glimpse under all that hardness. “Yet, here I am.”
“And what happens when you’re gone?” There was something so sorrowful in it, a stab right to the center of my chest.
Slowly, I climbed up onto my knees and stretched out my hand. I brushed my fingertips down the side of his rugged face. “And what happens if I stay?”
For a beat, his eyes dropped closed, and he leaned into my touch before he snatched me by the wrist and pressed my palm to his mouth. “And what if I don’t let you leave?”
God, this man. He pushed and pulled. Taunted and tugged.
Slowly he edged back, eying me with those mesmerizing eyes as he kicked off his boots. Without freeing me of his gaze, he unfastened his belt. His abdomen flexed and bowed as he tugged on his fly and lowered the zipper.
Desire swept through my body.
A battering storm.
Anticipation and need.
He nudged the jeans down his legs and took his underwear with them.
He stood there in the shadows that fell into my room.
Completely naked.
Bare.
So beautiful a downpour of desire soaked me through.
I hadn’t been lying to Macy. This man was what gods were made of. Sleek and defined. Carved in hard, indestructible perfection.
All except for the broken pieces I knew he tried to keep concealed, buried deep inside. I saw them so clearly. Held in the depths of those eyes. Those eyes that were looking at me as if maybe I should run if I didn’t want to be devoured.
But I did.
I so desperately did.
He edged forward an inch, big hand splayed across my chest, nudging me down onto the mattress. I was spread across its width, the man towering over me from the side.
I writhed, hips jutting into the air, not caring for a second that I was desperate.
That I needed him.
His touch and his body and that spirit that had already taken me whole. He ran a fingertip down the inside of my thigh. “Last two times I touched you nearly ruined me. Seeing you like this? Don’t think I’m ever going to be the same. Stealing my sleep. Stealing my breath. Stealing my sanity. Little thief.”
Chills flew. A chaos of sensation.
His hands were on my knees, pulling them apart.
I’d never felt so exposed, and I gasped out a shocked breath when he leaned down and gave one long lick up my slit.
He pulled back, and it was almost a smirk that was riding his sexy mouth as he stared down at me, as if he were looking at the sunrise for the very first time. Shifting his attention to my face, he grazed just the tips of his fingers through my folds. “Stunning. Fucking stunning. Feel like I’m in a dream when I’m touching you this way. Like I’m lost in some kind of fantasy and I don’t ever want to wake up.”
Redness flushed across the surface of my skin
“And you . . . you make me feel like I’ve finally found my reality. Like I finally figured out exactly where I’m supposed to be.” A million emotions flashed across his mesmerizing face. Regret and lust and this consuming affection he couldn’t keep contained.
He crawled over me.
Slowly.
Carefully.
I sucked in a staggered breath when the man was suddenly caging me, hands planted on either side of my head, those powerful thighs wedged between mine.
His cock bobbed against my belly, and a shudder ripped through my body.
He sank down onto his elbows, hot hands framing my face. “I don’t understand this, Rynna. The hold you have on me. But when I look at you? Get this feeling that I’m looking at everything right.”
“Rex.” His name was a tremor.
A plea.
He leaned down and kissed me.
He kissed me carefully.
Gently.
Tenderly.
That energy lapped through the air. A slow, steady build. A current stoked by each pass of his tongue, by the heat that sizzled across our flesh, by our hands that explored. I ran my palms across his chest and over his wide shoulders, down the sinewy muscle of his back to his narrow hips.
I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slow from the base of him to the tip.
He pulled his mouth away from mine. Head tilting back, he released a long groan. “Rynna . . . fuck . . . Rynna.”
He pressed back up onto one hand, touching my face, a hand on my cheek before he edged back even more. He grasped me by the back of my knee and spread me wide. Jagged pants ripped from his lungs as he took himself in his hand and rubbed just the head of his cock through my center.
Flames.
I swore that single touch set me on fire.
“Rynna . . . fuck . . . you are gonna destroy me.”
I whimpered, “Please.”
Jaw clenched, he began to work himself inside me, tiny thrusts as he spread me, as he stole my breaths and seared himself into my body.
He was so big, so big that my nails sank into his shoulders. I knew he was holding himself back, forcing himself to remain in control.
He slowly worked himself farther.
Deeper.
Until he was seated fully.
Owning me.
His cock throbbed in the tight clutch of my walls.
The hand that had been on my thigh skimmed over my hip and up my side, cupping my breast, gliding to my jaw. “Fuck, Rynna . . . you feel so right. So fucking right.”
“We are right,” I murmured toward his face.
He groaned again before he pulled almost all the way out and paused, that mesmerizing stare held fast on my face. As if he held the power to see straight inside me.
Or maybe he was just begging me to look to the depths of him.
In that moment, everything went electric, that current lashing and zapping in the air.
Then he consumed me with one dominating thrust.
A thrust that shocked the air from my lungs and sent it scattering somewhere in the vicinity of my heart. My heart I could feel shattering. Shattering with emotion.
With need and affection and this feeling that was rising to obliterate all else.
The same annihilated heart that struggled to keep up with the battering crash of his.
He went back to holding me behind the knee.
He watched down on me while he dominated my body.
Eyes raking my flesh. My face. My breasts. Where we were joined.
Again and again.
As if he couldn’t get enough. As if he never wanted it to end.
His body glistened with sweat as he worked over me. Muscles bowing.
His fucks deep.
Passionate.
Whole.
Pleasure glowed. Bright white flames.
He was looking at me as if I weren’t real.
As if I were a fantasy.
Something he could never deserve or hold or keep.
When he’d already won every part of me.
Body and mind and quivering soul.
He shuddered through a frantic swallow, barely hanging on. “Fuck . . . baby . . . Ryn. Baby. You are a fucking miracle. No woman should feel this good. Fuck . . . I don’t know if I can hold back.”
“Then don’t.”
“Shit. You are so fuckin’ sweet. So goddamned sweet.” And I loved the grin that quirked at the side of that mouth. That mouth that was descending on mine, his hand on my neck. He kissed me until my head spun then he edged all the way back onto his knees and grabbed me by the waist.
He lifted my hips in the air.
My body arched.
All spread out.
My hands fisted in the sheets. I held on while Rex Gunner let go.
His control gone. The man driving to the depths of me. Where bliss spun and tightened and burned.
Gasps shocked from my mouth.
His fucks so desperate they were almost sweet.
He hissed through the wild rocks of his hips. “You are a miracle. Look at you. So damned sexy. So gorgeous and you don’t even know.”
He drove harder.
Faster.
His frenzied pants lifted into the air.
He tightened his hold with one hand, the other grazing over my trembling belly, and his thumb found my clit.