She turned toward him. “I thought that might have been your intention.”
Sneaking off in Odin’s Jeep wouldn’t have gotten him the attention he wanted. “A limo is easy to follow.”
“But Odin doesn’t think we were followed.”
“Even if we weren’t, I’ve been staying here for a while. It’s likely he knows the location. When he realizes that you and I are here together—that we’re staying here together all night long—that will make him crazy.”
She swallowed. “How do you know that?”
“Because he wants you.” And he will never have you. Jinx slowly crossed the room until he was standing right in front of her. “Because it would drive me insane if I thought you were spending the night fucking someone else.”
She tensed. “Why would you care?”
Why the hell would she even ask that question? “Because it’s you. And when it comes to you, I find that the idea of any other guy touching you…” His hand rose. Skimmed over her shoulder. Down her arm. “It pisses me off. I don’t want somebody else making you wet.” He caught her hand. Tugged her ever closer. “I don’t want some jackass seeing you moan.” Her head tipped back as she stared up at him. “And I damn well don’t want him making you come.”
When she came, when pleasure washed over, Ali was absolutely beautiful. And, yes, he was being a jealous, possessive bastard. Because he was a jealous, possessive bastard. At least where Ali was concerned. Probably time she realized that about him. He wondered if she would jerk away. Tell him to back the hell off.
But…
Ali nodded. “I get that.”
His eyebrows rose. She did?
Her free hand rose to press to his chest. Right over his heart. “Because I don’t want some bottle-made redhead—or any other chick who isn’t me—making you hard.”
He was so hard right then that he was about to burst out of his jeans.
Her fingers trailed down his chest. He could swear her touch was burning him through the t-shirt. Holding his gaze, she told him, “I don’t want someone else hearing your voice when it gets all rough and low and extra sexy…”
“You don’t?” A growl. Rough and low, and sure, she could call it sexy if she wanted.
Ali shook her head. She tugged free of his grip and both of her hands went to the top of his jeans. “And if someone is going to make you come, it’s going to be me.” She pulled down the zipper. His eager dick bobbed toward her.
And when she touched him—
He almost came right then and there. Like he was some freaking, no-control kid.
His teeth snapped together, and Jinx hissed out a breath as her fingers closed around him. Squeezed and pumped.
“If you don’t stop,” he warned her, “I’ll be coming faster than you think.” The plan had been to get her in bed. Get her naked. Make her come twice, then sink into her.
She offered him a slow smile. One that made her incredible eyes sparkle. “Promises, promises…”
Then Ali eased down to her knees in front of him.
Oh, hell, no. “Ali.”
“You’ve gotten to taste me—twice now—and I think it’s only fair that I should have the same opportunities with you.”
But she didn’t get it. He’d had about a million fantasies that all began this same way, and finally having his dream in front of him? Oh, hell, no, there was no way his control would last. Not at all. Not at—
Her mouth closed around him.
His whole body shuddered.
He could not look away from her. Ali was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. She was being careful and slow, hesitant, and he was done. Just done. She was licking him, sucking him so sweetly, and he kissed his control goodbye.
He’d tried to warn her…
His hands were shaking as he reached for her. He pulled her up, lifted her into his arms, and took her mouth. His tongue thrust past her lips as her arms snaked around his neck—and her legs locked around his hips. He made it to the bedroom, moving pretty much blindly because he was not letting her go and he couldn’t give up her mouth.
They fell onto the bed. Her shoes kicked to the floor. He ripped her clothes out of the way and sent them flying.
He grabbed a box of condoms from the nightstand and yanked one on. He’d tossed his own clothes away and didn’t give a damn about where they were.
She pushed up onto her elbows and stared at him with her plump, red lips parted. “Jinx?”
He couldn’t speak. He’d gone way past that point. He grabbed her legs. Hauled her to the edge of the bed. Leaned over her. Took her.
She gasped out his name, and Jinx worried that he was too rough. Need had ridden him for months and he should be more careful—
“Yes!” Her hands were curled around his shoulders, moving down. Her nails scratched over his back.
Fucking perfect. He hammered into her. Kissed and touched and stroked, and her hungry moans just drove him on all the more. He yanked her closer. Pushed her legs over his shoulders. Slammed deep and took and took and took.
She let loose a quick, startled scream of pleasure, and he felt her inner muscles clamp tightly around him. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, driving into her relentlessly. Her pleasure was making him wilder. He wanted her to come endlessly. To hold on to him and never let go.
The pleasure was wrecking him, too. His grip on her hips was too hard. Too tight. Her moans made him even more crazed. So desperate for more. For all of her.
The climax hit him. Blasted through his body and made his eyes want to roll back into his head. The pleasure was so intense, enough to obliterate the memory of any other lover he’d ever had. The orgasm stormed through him, filling every single cell of his body.
When it ended, he became aware of the hard drumming of his heartbeat. Of the fierce grip that he’d had on her hips. Of the fact that he’d been way too rough. He’d intended for the first time with her—this first time—to be different. He’d wanted to woo her. To give her so much pleasure that she forgot everything else.
Except, he’d been the one to forget.
And he’d been the one who should have exercised more freaking control with her.
“I can’t move,” Ali whispered.
Oh, hell. What did I do? Carefully, gently, he pulled her legs off his shoulders. He pulled out of her. “Baby…”
Her legs dangled off the bed, and Ali arched her back as she gave a long, delicate stretch. “Awesome.”
He squinted at her. “Say again?”
Her long lashes lifted. “Why? We both know you heard me the first time.”
“Not too rough?”
She eased back. Maneuvered herself so that she was on the pillows and her legs were fully on the mattress. “Not too rough at all.” Her gaze raked over him. Lingered on a certain eager portion of his anatomy. “I don’t mean to tell you your business, but you still look pretty, uh, intense…”
“I’m intense…again.” But first he needed to ditch the old condom. “Do not move.”
She nodded.
He spun away. Took two steps toward the bathroom. Then stopped. He peered back over his shoulder at her. “I’m serious. Last time, I left for five minutes, and you were gone. Took me months to get you back. I’m not in the mood to chase you down.”