Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

J ax

A hunter had captured his prey.

That’s all I could think about as I consumed her mouth for a second time.

Only she didn’t belong to me and I shouldn’t be here.

It wasn’t about the fact I didn’t know her at all. My reservations centered on an underlying feeling that I did know her. How and why was beyond me.

Yet I couldn’t seem to get enough of her taste. Her soft lips. The light caress of her fingers as she tried desperately to control her strong urges.

Sedona was sweet and innocent, a woman to be treasured instead of ravaging her like the rogue I truly was.

As the moment of intimacy became rougher, she didn’t seem to mind the fact I was dominating her tongue or her time.

I could sense her awakening, her desires outweighing her earlier fear of the man who’d likely saved her life. That was the truth, the two assailants prepared to end the women’s lives just because they wanted the SUV.

Her body twisted against me, the delicious fragrance of her longing lingering in my nostrils. As I took long strides out of the kitchen, she finally struggled to jerk my shirt from my trousers. Her passion was as heated as mine, her long fingers frigid as she touched the scalding skin on my back.

But I relished her touch and the way she was finally letting go.

She became more aggressive in her actions as well, shifting her head and moaning into the kiss. I’d never been one for extended foreplay, but her soft lips and hot mouth were both worth taking time to explore.

Every moment made it more difficult to keep the need from driving all my darkness to the surface.

I was so unused to the sensation of losing control that beads of sweat rolled down both sides of my face.

But nothing would stop me from taking the stunning woman.

When she pushed against my shoulders, I wasn’t surprised. I was when she smiled more seductively than before.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I moved past the living room.

“Bedroom. Last door down the hall.” She tossed her head over her shoulder as she ripped at my shirt.

The short dress she’d been poured into was already around her waist and the feel of her thighs pressed against me was driving me crazy. I was ready to sink my cock into her wet pussy. I wanted to claim all of her, pushing her to the brink of complete rapture.

Perhaps that wasn’t very gentlemanly of me, but I also had never been considered a true gentleman.

I was brusque and hard, demanding everything I wanted.

But with her I wanted to be more tender, perhaps fearful I would break her.

“You have no idea who you attracted,” I told her as I used one hand then the other, finally managing to tug the dress over her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her rosy nipples creating a surge in how hard my cock throbbed.

Her nipples were already fully aroused. Her panties were already damp. And her sweet scent was invigorating as hell.

The bedroom was easy to find. With the door closed, she reached for the knob, almost slipping from my hold in doing so. Her laugh was practically a sonata, the lush lilt echoing in my ears, as it would for some time.

When she managed to open it a crack, I kicked it the rest of the way open, storming into the room.

As if I owned the house.

The only light was the warm glow of the moon streaming in through the open blinds. She became more playful, managing to rip off several buttons in her effort to open my shirt. I yanked it off from the neck, tossing it aside and allowing her to play to her heart’s desire.

She pressed both open hands against my chest, flexing her fingers and kneading my skin. I could tell by her labored breathing that she was lost in the moment.

Everything about her was appealing, her voluptuous body only part of the strong draw. I hadn’t expected her to feel so free, even mischievous. The moment I allowed her feet to hit the floor, she shocked me further by rising on her toes, nipping my lower lip.

That was just the beginning. She scrambled onto the bed, doing her best to reach the other side.

Very few women surprised me any longer. Not just because so many were alike, but because I could sense what they were going to do seconds before they attempted to do so. Not with her. That made the experience even more desirable, fun in a way I hadn’t experienced in one hell of a long time.

I snapped my hand around her ankle, easily yanking her all the way back. She was laughing, clawing her fingers into the covers to try to gain some leverage.

“You’re such a bad little girl, Sedona.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Be careful playing with a man like me.”

“Duly noted.” The spicy woman attempted to kick me with one foot, going nowhere with her deed.

“Then I’ll be happy to play this game.” Maybe my innocent little dove wasn’t so virtuous after all.

I dragged her down further, resisting her feminine wiles as I jerked off her thong. There was no need to destroy something so delicate.

The second I brought the full weight of my palm down against her bottom, she shrieked.

“What are you doing?” I did adore when she used her demanding tone.

“Playing the game you started.” I cracked my hand down three additional times as she wiggled and tore at the covers. “Up onto all fours.”

“Not a chance.”

“Then I’ll do it for you.” I could easily plant her into position, holding her in place as I brought my hand down in rapid succession. She did her best to fight me off but quickly learned that her best actions were to no avail.

I wasn’t interested in punishing her, only subduing her actions to a small degree. My mouth was watering to taste her. I longed to drive my tongue deep into her tight channel, lapping her cream.

However, when I issued three more brutal swats, her scent almost drove me crazy.

Sedona moaned and dropped her head. Her pants were more pronounced, almost animalistic in sound. She had no way of knowing how much that enticed me, pulling my dark needs to the surface. The fact she’d given up fighting me was a little disappointing. I liked the moments where her wildcat was allowed to come out and play.

I cracked my hand against her rounded bottom several additional times. The heat building in my fingers added to the anticipation, but I was losing all sense of control around her. My balls were far too tight, needing release.

After five more, much harder cracks of my palm, I spun her around, dropping her onto her back.

She was one of those women that could easily claw your eyes out when you least expected. At this point, she was trying to control her breathing as she stared up at me. There was a single moment of returned fear, but she wasn’t moving or attempting to escape.

I kicked off my shoes before climbing onto the bed, keeping an eye on her lovely face as I gathered her legs into my arms.

My extreme thirst had to be quenched.

I teased her clit with a single finger, continuing to do so until she moaned with pleasure. Instead of clawing at the bed in an effort to get away, she was tugging on the sheets. Her eyes were already closed but I had a feeling it was more out of feeling ashamed. She was intent on believing she shouldn’t be enjoying herself.

I was about to prove her wrong.

After sucking on her tender nub, I opened her swollen pussy lips wide, teasing her with just the tip of my tongue.

She writhed in my hold, every soft moan more like a whisper. Her pussy was already so wet, juice trickling from her sweet snatch, begging me to lick it up. I couldn’t resist. The taste of her was sweet like cherries. The touch of her skin was hot like the kiss of a warm fire. I became lost, completely consumed by the delicious task at hand.

For the next few glorious minutes, I feasted on her. There was nothing like driving my tongue and several fingers deep inside. She was tight, so much so I wondered if my cock would fit.

Sedona bucked harder, her whimpers escalating. She was close to an orgasm. I licked her feverishly. I was doing my best to keep this going, but with her, any sense of normalcy was off the table.

Her mews escalated again until she was uttering harsh strangled sounds. I adored the way she was digging her heels into the sheets, fighting to keep from orgasming too quickly. I sucked on her tender clit. That was all it took for her to reach a pinnacle of ecstasy.

I was the one reaping the benefit as her juice flowed into my mouth.

She allowed me to continually hear her lust-filled cries for an extended period. The moment she stopped moaning, I crawled over her, straddling her hips. She looked up at me with lazy eyes, her breathing continuing to be labored.

After stroking her face and whisking damp strands of hair away, I cradled her delicate jaw with my huge hand. She pursed her lips teasingly. My keen eyesight caught the taunting look in her eyes. Perhaps she thought she was still in some level of control when a beast was present.

I brushed my fingers down the side of her neck, sliding a single tip between her breasts. When I cupped one of them, she sucked in her breath. Her eyes were darting back and forth. She was still trying to figure me out, determining if I was really the bad guy I purported myself to be.

If she hung around me long enough, she might learn.

And run.

I caressed her nipple, tracing the aureole while I studied her reaction. When I pinched the tender bud between my fingers, she arched her back just enough to push her breasts out to me even more.

An invitation.

I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip before bending over, taking her nipple into my mouth. Tasting the sweetness of her skin was almost as inviting as what I had planned on doing next.

Almost.

I shifted to her other breast, taking my time to swirl the tip of my tongue around her nipple before biting down on it.

Sedona laughed nervously and drove her fingers into my hair.

I took my time until my cock was throbbing to the point of being pinched in my zipper. Only then did I break free, angry with myself for doing so almost immediately. As I eased off the bed, she reveled in the feel of the soft covers by giving me a show. Writhing and moaning, rubbing her body with both hands.

The woman was far too tempting.

Now I wanted to fuck her and would. The trouble was all I could think about was next time.

And the next.

Only if I allowed that to occur, I wasn’t certain I would have what it took to let her go.

Instead of making her mine.