Chapter 23

Twenty-Three

Roc

Itook long steps across the compact trailer, backing Harlowe with me until I could hoist her onto the table so that her legs fell open, and I could stand between them. When I tore my lips from hers, she peered at me, her pupils flared dark, and her lips swollen plump.

My heartbeat quickened as my hands traced the curves of her body and I leaned in to capture the hollow of her throat with my lips, nipping my way to the spot behind her ear where her pulse thrummed. “Tell me that you’re mine.”

I hungered to hear her breathy words of submission and to know that one who was not easily possessed wanted me to take her.

“Maybe you’re mine.” Her eyes glinted with challenge as she hooked her legs around my waist.

I inhaled the warmth of her neck and tasted the faint sweetness of her skin on my tongue. Her pulse fluttered as I growled and tugged my pants down roughly with one hand. “You believe yourself to be in a position to argue?”

She raked her hands through my hair, the nails scoring my scalp and provoking a hiss as I savored the dance between pleasure and pain. She jerked back my head so that our gazes met. “Control is relative.”

My head swam with the desire to plunge myself into her, and I ran the tips of my tusks along the delicate flesh of her throat. “You think you are in control?”

She heaved in a breath and rocked her hips forward, grinding herself into the hard bar of my cock. “What do you think?”

I huffed out an impatient breath, gritting my teeth so hard I heard the sound over the hum and buzz of the trailer’s generator. This female was nothing like other starlets I’d protected. But I’d never wanted any of them. It was only her pledge, her promise, her prize I wanted.

I cupped her face in one hand, watching her wide eyes as I dragged my free hand to the small of her back and jerked her flush to me. “I think you want to give me what I want.”

“And what do you want?”

I rasped my thumb across her full bottom lip. “I want you to tell me that you belong to me. I want to hear my name on your lips as I fill you.”

She bit back a moan when I reached beneath her flared skirt and nudged her lace panties to one side. I bent down, keeping my gaze on her as I slid her skirt up. Then I buried my face between her legs, sliding my tongue inside her and savoring the slick, honeyed juices.

Harlowe gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin through my shirt as I lapped at her, my tongue flicking over her clit almost languidly. I was enjoying the taste of her almost as much as I was relishing the fervent twitching of her hips and soft keening sounds that escaped her lips. When I slipped one finger inside her, moving it deftly and slowly, Harlowe bucked up, her legs quivering and her body spasming on my tongue and around my finger until she went boneless and released her grip on my shoulders.

Standing, I licked my lips, a primal growl vibrating in my chest. I grabbed the sides of her panties and tore them off her, watching the black lace flutter to the floor. Without uttering another word, I freed my cock, fisting the base of it and sliding it to her wet entrance.

Harlowe was propped on her elbows as she sucked in air. “Not fair.”

I pushed just the crown of my cock inside her and watched her blue eyes flicker with need. “No? Should I stop?”

She bit the corner of her lip. “Don’t stop. Please.”

My own grip on control was tenuous, but I restrained myself from thrusting wildly into her. “Please what?”

Her eyes rolled back in her head. “Don’t stop. I need you inside me.”

I bit down on my own lip to keep from exploding, and I tasted the metallic tang of my own blood. “Tell me what you want, Harlowe.”

She moved her hips restlessly, as if straining for more, but her breath was uneven, and her chest heaved.

I bent over, bowing my head so that my lips crowded her ear, my words furtive and low. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

She bobbed her head up and down, but my voice was husky in the darkness. “Say it.”

A sigh escaped from her parted lips. “I want you to fuck me, Roc.”

A satisfied sound rumbled from my throat as I thrust into her in a single hard motion and relished the gasp of her pleasure. Harlowe threaded her hands through my hair and yanked my head down, pulling my mouth to hers. I continued to move inside her as our tongues tangled, the sensations storming through me hot and fierce.

Her body was tight and hot, gripping my cock like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It was all I could do to keep from detonating as she met each thrust greedily, her desperate cries swallowed by my mouth. When her body began to tighten around my cock, I tore my lips from hers as I reared back and roared with my pounding release, the noise echoing through the trailer.

Then I fell forward, holding her sagging legs as they slipped down from my waist and burying my head in her neck as we both fought for breath.

“So much for keeping things quiet,” Harlowe said with a throaty laugh. “They might have heard that back in Beverly Hills.”

At that moment, I didn’t care if they did.