Ignited (Most Wanted #3)(42)
Author: J. Kenner

“Take off your clothes.”

I froze. A little shocked and—damn me—a lot turned on. “The hell I will.”

He took the hem of my T-shirt in his hands and pulled it up, revealing my bra. “Take it off, or I will.”

I felt my sex tighten and my skin go hot. “Do it, then,” I said.

He did, yanking the shirt up, forcing my arms to follow, then tossing it on the floor near the door. He reached down and cupped my sex through my jeans. I was breathing hard, so turned on I was surprised my jeans weren’t soaked.

“Will you take off the bra, or should I just rip it off?”

I reached back and undid the clasp, then pulled it off and tossed it on top of the shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what I want,” he said as he unfastened the button on my jeans then eased the zipper down. “My rules.” He slid his hand inside the jeans and under my panties, then eased one finger inside me, his smug grin widening when he found me not just wet, but drenched. “Mine. Say it, Kat.”

“Yours,” I said, finding it hard to make a sound, much less form words.

“And once you’re naked, I’m going to fuck you. So hard it makes you scream, and everyone in here will know exactly what we’re doing.”

“Cole, no.” But the words were for propriety only, and he damn well knew it. I was too turned on by what he said, and no matter what protests I might form into words, my body told the truth. And the way my sex throbbed and tightened around his finger in anticipation of what he’d described was the most eloquent admission of all.

He didn’t bother to argue. He just bent down and tugged off my shoes, then eased my jeans over my hips until they were in a heap on the floor as well. He left my panties on, though, then pulled me off the counter and turned me around so that I was standing up and facing the mirror.

I saw myself there, my hands pressed flat on the vanity, my breasts full and heavy, my nipples dark with arousal. My face was flush, my eyes a little glassy. And Cole loomed behind me, still fully dressed, all power and control and pure masculine heat.

I heard the musical sound of his zipper, then the press of his cock against my ass. “Spread your legs, baby,” he said, but I already had. I wanted this—I might have started out angry, but Cole had turned it all around on me, and now the only thing I wanted was to feel him inside me. The only thing I needed was to do as he said—to let myself go and just feel.

He made a low noise of satisfaction, then reached down and stroked me through my panties. “Oh, yes,” he said. “You’re ready.”

“Yes,” I whispered, then gasped as he yanked the thin strip of satin to one side. “Bend over. That’s right,” he said, and I felt the insistent press of his cock against me, and then the sweet, hard push as he thrust inside.

His hands were on my hips, and as he moved forward, he pulled me back. He filled me completely, and the look on his face—such passion, such intensity—made me almost come right there.

He hadn’t taken off his pants, and the material rubbed my rear as he pistoned against me. The knowledge that I was essentially naked and he was clothed—that he was taking me in this stall, that he could take me anywhere he damn well pleased—shot through me, enticing and terrifying and oh-so satisfying.

He kept one hand on my hip, but the other snaked around to tease my sex. The sensations were almost more than I could bear. The tease of his fingers on my hard, sensitive clit. The rhythmic pounding of his pelvis against my ass. The almost painful way he filled me, going so deep inside me, and with such steady and relentless power.

And then—oh my god—then he abandoned my clit to reach around and pinch my nipples, holding tight and twisting slightly, so that the frenzy of heated fizzles that shot from my breasts to my sex added yet another sensation to the erotic symphony that was building within me.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, squeezing even tighter.

“Yes,” I whispered, hoping that the truth wouldn’t make him stop.

“Do you like it?”

“God, yes.”

“Look in the mirror,” he said, and I realized that I’d closed my eyes. I opened them and saw what had to have been the most erotic vision of my life. Cole’s hands twisting my swollen nipples. My legs parted, my sex damp. My body rhythmically undulating as I took Cole deeper and deeper. And then, when he slid his hand down my belly to tease my clit again, my lips parting in passion and my entire body trembling with the insistent, building climax that threatened to sweep me away.

“Tell me what you see,” he said.

“I’m yours,” I said, my breath a gasp. “I’m at your mercy. I’m in thrall to you.”

“Any time I want, any way I want. Tell me you like knowing that’s true.”

“I do—oh, god, I do.”

“Do you trust me, Kat?”

“Completely.”

“Could I do this to you—fuck you in the bathroom of the goddamn Drake hotel if you didn’t trust me?”

“No.”

“Then trust me to know what I’m doing.”

I nodded. And then, because I couldn’t stand it any longer, I whispered, “Please.”

“Please what?”

I pressed my hand over his on my breast, then drew his other hand up from my clit until he held both my nipples again. “Harder.”

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he said, and as he squeezed tight—as I cried out from the sweet, delicious pain that shot through me—I felt him explode inside me, his release ripping through both of us.

Ribbons of pain that felt like pleasure burst through me, growing and building until my own climax shuddered through me. In that moment, Cole released the vise-grip on my nipples, and the feeling rushed back so quickly it made me weak enough that he had no choice but to hold me tight or let me fall to the floor.

“How do you do that?” I asked, when I could once again form words. “How can I be so pissed at you and then you turn it around, and use it to make me explode? And not just explode, but—oh my god, Cole. That was insane.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Still pissed?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “You broke your word.”

“I wanted to ensure he was safe sooner rather than later,” Cole said. “And I didn’t break my word.”

“Bullshit. You—”

“Were intending to tell you the moment I saw you. I only promised to keep you apprised of the plan, Kat. I didn’t say a goddamn word about whether I’d tell you before or after I acted.”