It'll Be An Adventure (Masters of the Shadowlands #15)(24)
Author: Cherise Sinclair

 

“Such big eyes.” He set his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs caressing her bare skin. “Here are the rules for tonight. If you’re scared or uncomfortable or want to stop, just say no or wait. No safeword needed.”

 

He lifted his eyebrows, waiting for her answer.

 

She wasn’t scared. Well, not much. “Okay.” Her voice came out barely above a whisper.

 

“Now, we could have a quiet, gentle bout of sex, but I get the impression you might want something different. A not-boring night. Would you prefer a taste of rough and dirty?”

 

Rough and dirty? Her mouth went dry. She’d been so careful to keep sex to boringly vanilla. Had it been long enough that she could handle something else?

 

A ball of pure excitement started bouncing around inside her.

 

His lips tilted up. “Those big eyes are telling me yes, but I need to hear the words.”

 

She swallowed. “Yes. Please.”

 

“Please.” His eyes crinkled. “You’re going to use that word a lot tonight.”

 

Oh…boy.

 

He combed her hair back, his gaze on her face. “Do you have any triggers I should avoid?”

 

Triggers. Should she tell him? Oh sure, and that had gone so well before. Like the first guy she’d had sex with after Aaron? Every few seconds, he’d stop and ask her if she was all right. It’d been horrible for both of them—and that’d been the first and last time they’d had sex.

 

As far as she knew, she was past the trigger stuff. Except for… “No”—her voice cracked—“no anal.”

 

When his brows drew together, his expression changed. Turned hard. “Murphy…”

 

She shook her head. There was no way she’d talk about what’d happened to her.

 

He studied her for another second as if to give her time to tell him more. “I’d like to know what happened,” he said, ever so softly.

 

She realized her jaw was clamped shut. There would be no more sharing.

 

“Stubborn minx,” he muttered. “All right. Can you trust me to stop the minute you whisper no?”

 

He wasn’t going to give up. Or ruin the night by asking her continuously if she was all right. Her lips curved up just a little. Maybe it would be all right. “Yes.”

 

He studied her another long minute. Then nodded.

 

His fingers were still in her hair, and his gaze was on her face as he fisted the strands and dragged her head back. His lips touched hers lightly—and then rougher. Plunging inside, plundering her mouth.

 

Everything inside her melted like butter in a hot frying pan.

 

Taking a step, he pushed her up against the door, his leg between hers, then pressed an intimidatingly big erection against her. “That’s going to be inside you very soon…and you’ll take all of me, pet.”

 

Even as she swallowed hard, zings of excitement ran over her skin.

 

This time when he kissed her, she wrapped her arms around his neck. The muscles beneath her forearms felt like sheets of iron.

 

With a rumbling laugh, he captured her wrists to pin her arms over her head with one hand. Cupping a breast with his free hand, he kneaded lightly, then circled her nipple with his thumb.

 

Quivers of excitement chased over her skin.

 

“I’m going to enjoy tonight,” he murmured. He sucked on her bottom lip and bit it gently, even as he squeezed her nipple between his fingers.

 

She jerked, and his hand tightened around her wrists.

 

Lifting his head, he studied her as he pinched harder. Her toes curled with the edgy near- pain sensation. Then he rolled her nipple, just hard enough to hurt…and her legs went limp.

 

She saw the flash of his white teeth in the dimly lit room, and then he scooped her up and tossed her on the bed. Dropping down on top of her, he flattened her with his heavy body, driving the breath right out of her.

 

Making her feel tiny. Yet the helpless feeling created a dark hunger that only deepened as she met his knowing gaze. He kissed her, deep and rough, taking what he wanted.

 

“You have way too many clothes on for what I want to do to you.”

 

She blinked as he moved away. He tossed her flip-flops on the floor, unzipped her jeans, and yanked her clothing off.

 

God, she was naked.

 

“Much better.” He ran his hands up her bare thighs, over her stomach and breasts.

 

Heat washed over her skin, leaving a desperate wake of need behind.

 

Coming down on top of her again, he captured her mouth with a hungry urgency, kissing her until she wrapped her arms around his neck.

 

Lifting his head, he smiled down at her. “You need something to hang onto?”

 

God, she really did.

 

“All right. Then keep them there, pet.” His hand closed on her breast as he nibbled on her neck. His thick beard was a disconcerting contrast to his warm, velvety lips.

 

When he moved down, she clung to his neck then closed her hands on his shirt. The rising need inside her was like being battered in a surging tide where the sand under her feet was dropping away.

 

He gave her a measuring look. “Feeling out of control?”

 

At her nod, he smiled. “That’s the idea.”

 

“But—”

 

“Part of rough sex is that you don’t have control.” Taking her hands from his neck, he raised them over her head, lacing her fingers together. “You’re in charge of keeping your hands right here. Nothing else.”

 

“But—”

 

“This is the second time I’ve given you instructions for your hands. If you move then, I’ll enjoy punishing you. Very much.” His voice turned dangerously low. “Since you’re lying on your back, I’ll find other places to spank besides your ass.”

 

When he ran his hand down her stomach, flattening his palm—his very hard palm—over her pubic mound, she froze. He would hit her there? “You wouldn’t.”

 

“Try me.” Expression softening, he leaned over to caress her cheek. “You can always say no, sweetie. Always. But you won’t—because your curiosity is bigger than your fears.”

 

Her mouth dropped open at his very accurate statement, and then every thought dissolved as he turned his attention to her breasts.