Make Me Yours (9 page)

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you it was my first time,” she whispered. “I just didn't want to scare you off. If you'd known, you wouldn't have touched me.”

“I
shouldn't
have touched you.” He worked his jaw for a moment, then muttered, “But it wouldn't have stopped me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” he breathed out, sliding his hands to her hips again and giving them a firm squeeze.

She couldn't help but smile. “Good,” she told him, reaching for his right hand. She held it with both of hers, lifting it to her lips, and pressed a soft kiss to the knuckles he'd bruised fighting Rado's thugs that morning in the parking lot. He groaned and pulled his hand free, curling both hands around her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. He made her feel so incredible; she wanted to make him feel that way, too. And while she didn't have a lot of hands-on experience, she'd read enough to have some interesting ideas.

Placing her hands on the solid slabs of his chest, Lily shifted her legs so that she could brace herself on the balls of her feet. Then she spread her knees and started riding him harder as she lifted herself up and down on the thick, scorching inches of his cock. His eyes widened, and she let a slow smile curve her mouth. She watched him lower his gaze, the lust carved into his rugged features impossible to miss, and when she looked down she knew why. The position was erotic as hell, making it easy to see the way her tight, tender entrance was stretched to its limit around his brutal width, the vein-ridged shaft gleaming with moisture every time she lifted, before driving herself back down in a move that hurt but was too good to stop.

“You sure as hell don't fuck like a virgin, Lily.”

She fluttered her lashes at him. “That's because I've done every dirty thing you could imagine in my head with you more times than you could count. If imagination were experience, I'd be the slag of the universe.”

He laughed, and she gasped as she felt that husky sound move through his body and up into hers, another slow smile curling her lips. “Do that again,” she all but purred.

He snorted, looking a little embarrassed. “I can't laugh on command.”

“Then I'll help,” she said, bracing herself on her knees again so that she could tickle his ribs. His body shuddered beneath her as another deep burst of laughter rumbled up from his chest, the happy sound making her feel ridiculously pleased with herself. He gave a playful growl as he grabbed her wrists and rolled them over, trapping her beneath him as he reversed their positions. For a moment she thought he was going to tickle her back in retaliation, but he reached for the tank top she'd tossed to the far side of the bed instead.

Panting with excitement, Lily watched the muscles in his arms move beneath his golden skin as he easily ripped the tank into several strips of cotton. Within seconds he had her arms over her head, wrists bound together with one of the thin strips of material. Tying the ends around one of the wooden slats in the headboard, he secured her wrists to the bed, making it impossible for her to move away. God, having a naked Scott Ryder between her legs while she was bound and at his mercy was even sexier than she'd dreamed it would be.

He stared down at her with an outrageously wicked look. “I have to admit, I love the feel of your hands on me. But there's something to be said for how beautiful you look like this.” She shivered, and he cocked his head a bit to the side. “Scared?”

“No. I couldn't do this with someone else. But I trust you. It makes me hot, knowing you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Anything at all.”

“That's what I want. I want you to do it all.”

His nostrils flared as he pulled in a sharp breath, and his mouth went hard. “Don't do that, Lily. I can think of a hell of a lot of things that would probably freak out a girl like you.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Very slowly, he reached down and rubbed his thumb around the taut skin the broad root of his cock was stretching wide, getting it wet. Then he pulled out about halfway and ran his thumb from her vulva down to the puckered entrance of her anus, pressing against it with the slightest amount of pressure. “What if I put my dick in you here?” he asked her. “Fucked you deep and hard right up this tight little ass?”

She knew her eyes had gone wide with shock. “You like anal sex?”

A sexy smirk tilted his lips. “I like the thought of doing everything with you, Lil. Every raunchy, dirty, explicitly sexual thing you can think of. There isn't any part of you that I don't want to violate and own. So, yeah, I like anal sex. I'll especially like it with you.”

“I've, um, never done it before.”

He laughed, then looked a little surprised, as if he didn't know what to make of his own reaction. “Seeing as how you were a virgin, I kind of figured you hadn't. But I won't go there tonight,” he said, pulling his hand from between her legs as he surged back in, giving her every inch. “I'm not that much of a bastard.”

“Then what are you going to do with me?” she asked, liking the way it felt when she pulled a little at her bound wrists.

“Brace your feet on my shoulders, Lily.”

She shivered but did as he said, the result leaving her in a position that had her completely open to him. Once again, he could see every intimate, erotic detail, from the glistening juices that were gleaming around the thick base of his cock to the sensitive knot of her hard, pink clit.

“It feels really intense like this.” She bit her lip as he withdrew almost to the tip, then shoved himself back inside that swollen little hole. She gasped, thinking that it felt a bit odd to be so exposed when she was unable to cover herself with her hands. But what really threw her was the way he lifted his gaze and locked it with hers, his dark eyes making her feel like he could see right inside of her. Like he could uncover all her secret emotions and dreams that needed to remain hidden if she wanted the chance to keep enjoying him. “We, um, need to turn the light off or something.”

“Like hell we do,” he grunted, grabbing her behind her knees and pushing them out even wider as he moved over her. “I like you like this. I fucking love it. Don't you dare try to hide from me.”

Tendrils of hair stuck to her damp cheek as she shook her head. “I'm not. I just . . .”

His hot stare drilled even deeper into hers. “Do you trust me, Lily?”

“What? Of course I do!”

“Then get over being shy,” he bit out, leaning down and taking her mouth in a greedy, explosive kiss that was so freaking hot it probably killed a few of her brain cells. “You wanted this,” he said against her lips, thrusting faster . . .
harder,
the heavy lunges slamming his cock impossibly deep. “So now you've got to deal with it. With
me.
”

She didn't argue, because there was no hiding how desperately she kissed him back . . . or how turned on she was. She knew he could feel it in the way her tight sex rippled around his massive shaft. She was getting even wetter . . . slicker, a hot, scorching glow burning deep inside her, pumping through her veins. When she came the eruption of ecstasy was so intense she almost passed out, and he was right there with her, his thick cock jerking inside her with powerful bursts as he growled into her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Jesus, Lil. I think you killed me,” he groaned, reaching up to untie the knot securing her wrists once their bodies had finally calmed and they'd caught their breath. He turned off the light and collapsed beside her, burying his face in the curve of her throat as he threw one of his long legs over hers, his fingers tenderly rubbing her wrists as if to ease any ache she might be feeling.

Oh, wow.
This was almost as incredible as the sex. The feel and the weight of him holding her. The hot, masculine scent of his skin and the even sound of his breathing as he relaxed. Thank God she'd come here because she would have been seriously pissed if she'd missed out on this. On
him
. She drifted into sleep, mellow and soft, muscles like taffy that'd been warmed in the sun. She remembered him getting up at some point and gently cleaning her between her legs with a warm washcloth, before climbing back into bed with her. Then, later, she woke up cold, wondering why she didn't have his warmth. Maybe he'd gotten up to go to the bathroom. Or to check on Mike. She burrowed under the covers, wanting to wait for him to get back, but drifting into sleep again. But she was tense as thoughts of Radovich kept working their way through her mind, and the nightmares wouldn't leave her alone.

The next thing Lily knew, she was sitting up in bed, her throat hoarse from screaming, and Ryder was rushing into the dark room dressed in his jeans, the door shutting behind him. He quickly flicked the light on low and climbed onto the bed, his back braced against the headboard. Then he pulled her shaking body onto his lap, and held her against his chest. “Jesus, Lil. What were you dreaming about, baby? You must have had a nightmare.”

“Nothing,” she gasped. “It's nothing.”

His arms tightened. “Was it about that night on the boat?”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “I don't want to talk about—”

“Too bad,” he grunted, cutting her off. “It's time you tell me. I need to know how you got away that night.”

She wanted to argue, to refuse, but she was cuddled naked in his arms, her head resting back on his right biceps, the look in his dark eyes when she lifted her lashes making it clear that this was important to him. He lifted his free hand, pushing her hair back from her face, and the tender touch was her undoing. Forcing the words from her tight throat, she said, “I don't remember a lot from when Rado was talking to my father. That monster and his men were hurting him, torturing him, and I was screaming, fighting, trying to reach him as they held me back. Then Rado sent me off with one of his men until he was ready to deal with me, telling the guy to clean me up so I would be ready for him and the others. So the man . . . he took me down to my stateroom.” Her face burned as she gave a hard swallow. “And then I played him.”

His brows were drawn together in a V, a muscle pulsing in his scarred cheek. “What do you mean?”

She wet her lips, trying to keep her voice steady as she lowered her gaze to his chin, not wanting to see the look in his beautiful eyes when she explained. “I came on to him, acting like I . . . I wanted him over the others. Told him that I'd run away with him if he helped me. That I had a lot of money and would make it worth his while. That I'd be willing to do whatever he wanted, as long as it was just him. So he, um, took the bait and started to kiss me. I hated it, wanting to throw up. But I kissed him back until I knew he was focused on me and not worrying about what I might do.”

She could feel the tension creeping into his muscles. “Did he rape you?” he asked in a low, deadly voice.

“He would have. But when he broke the kiss to pull off his shirt, I grabbed his balls and twisted so hard they probably don't work right anymore.”

She took a quick peek at his face and caught the twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Good girl,” he murmured, rubbing the pad of his thumb beneath her eye. She hadn't even realized that she was quietly crying until he lifted his thumb to his mouth, tasting her tears. Her breath caught as she struggled to remember what she'd been saying.

“What'd you do after that, Lil?”

“Um, I grabbed what I could, stuck it into the waterproof kayaking pack I still use, and snuck out of my room. I made my way to the deck and slipped over the railing, into the water. When I started swimming away, I heard something that made me look back. They were dumping my dad's and Nancy's bodies over the side of the boat.”

“Jesus,” he hissed, pressing his lips to her forehead. “I'm sorry, baby. I'm so damn sorry. I know I should have told you that before, but things have been . . .
Shit
, I'm just an ass. And I'm sorry.” He pulled his head back so that he could catch her gaze again, his expression confused. “But why didn't you want to tell me?”

“I didn't want you to think . . . I don't know. I felt stupid. You would have kicked his ass, while I had to use a ridiculous deception to get free. I guess I just didn't want you to think I was pathetic. I mean, you weren't exactly friendly when I got here.”

“You're not pathetic,” he said fervently. “You're amazing. You saved your ass when most people would have been catatonic with fear. That took balls and guts and more courage than I can even imagine. I'm proud as hell of you.”

The tightness in her chest eased, and she blinked up at him. “Yeah?”

“You bet your sweet little ass, yeah.”

“But there was a moment, I don't know how long it lasted, where I started to think my plan wouldn't work. I've never been so scared in my life, Scott. And I felt so horrible, for being afraid of what might happen to me, when my dad and Nancy had already suffered so much.”

“No, baby,” he rasped, pulling her against his chest. “That's called survival instinct and there's no stopping it. I know for a fact that your dad would have been so damn proud of you.”

She tucked her head under his chin and wrapped her arms around his lean torso, hugging him. She thought she probably could have stayed like that for the rest of the night and enjoyed the best sleep of her life, until she remembered that she'd been alone when she'd awakened from her nightmare. “You'd gone back to your room, hadn't you?”

His body stiffened against hers. “Yeah.”

Forcing herself to pull out of his arms, she climbed off his lap. “I'm fine, Scott. You can head back to your own bed now. I'm sorry for bothering you.”

“Lily, I just—”

“Really, it's okay,” she said, cutting him off. “I just need to get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning, okay?”