The Good Girl In My Bed (Dangerous Desire Book 2) (2 page)

“As far as persuasive arguments go—” I withdrew my fingers slicked with her cream and slipped my hand up the shirt she wore until I encountered her full right breast, “—it’s a bit weak.”

I trailed my fingertips over her puckered nipple before giving it a pinch.

“Oh God, Lucas…” She groaned, opening her eyes for a moment to find my gaze.

Fresh blood surged into my dick at the pleasure burning in them. I bit back a hungry growl. “Lucas, what?”

She whimpered, the sound becoming shaky when I closed my hand completely over her breast.

Ronnie is wild in the sack. She doesn’t hold back. I’m not complaining.

“Lucas, what?” I repeated, dragging the tips of my fingers over her flesh. “Lucas, I want to waste time walking on a beach? Or Lucas, I want you to fuck me until I can’t stand up?”

Her eyes fluttered closed and she groaned. And then a low, throaty chuckle fell from her. “Beach. Let’s go to the—”

I fisted my hands at the neckline of the shirt she wore—one of my favorites—and tore it apart.

Ronnie squealed, the sound part shock, part carnal delight.

I captured her nipple with my mouth and sucked on it. Hard. Drew its beaded form deep into my mouth.

“Holy fuck!” Ronnie slammed her hips upward and clawed at my back.

Pain lashed through me, hot and delicious and intoxicating. I sucked harder on her nipple, squeezing her other breast with a far-from-gentle hand.

She cried out, grinding the curve of her pussy to my jeans-imprisoned cock.

The punishing friction detonated an animalistic craving in me and, before I could stop myself, I sank three fingers into her pussy. I needed her juices on my skin.

“Fuck,” she rasped, her voice raw and strangled.

I moved my mouth to her other breast. Bit at its heavy swell. Branded the delicate flesh beneath her nipple with a hickey that marked her my property.

Mine. She was mine. And I was hers. Completely and utterly.

She was my weakness, and it scared the shit out of me that someone from my fucked-up past could use her to get to me.

So as much as Ronnie wanted to go to the beach for a walk, I couldn’t let that happen. I’d been a dangerous, violent, brutal animal once. I’d become that animal again in a heartbeat if something happened to her.

Keep her safe. Keep her protected. That’s what I had to do.

And I would do that by fucking her brains out every day. I would do that by flaying away any desire to be anywhere else but in bed with me.

I would do that by giving her nothing but orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

Still feasting on her nipple, I wriggled my fingers inside her wet pussy, faster and faster.

“Oh God, Lucas.” She arched into my rough touch. “I’m going… I’m going to come. I don’t…not yet…I want…”

She reached for my wrist.

With my free hand, I snared hers and rammed it to the bed beside her head, increasing the speed of my thrusting fingers as I did so.

She whimpered, her sex contracting, her breath ragged.

I released her nipple with a pop and then bit, nipped, and sucked a path up to her ear. “You think you can stop me making you come, Ronnie?”

Pleasure contorted her face. Her pussy squeezed in tightening pulses.

I flicked my tongue into her ear and then bit her earlobe. “If I want you to come, you’ll come, babe.”

Twisting my wrist, I rolled the pad of my thumb over her clit.

A choked cry burst from her. Her hips bucked upwards. “Lucas…”

“Do you really want to go to the beach, Ronnie?” I asked, reveling in the concentrated pleasure on her face, in her moans and pants.

Her eyebrows knitted as I rolled my thumb against her clit again.

I nipped at her jaw, her chin, her bottom lip. “Do you?”

“Hell yeah,” she moaned. My body reacted to the lust and desire and challenge in the words. “Right now.”

I shook my head, pressed her wrist harder to the bed and increased my fingers’ thrusts inside her. I could feel the beginnings of her orgasm tremble in her body. She writhed on the bed, one long leg wrapped around my hip, her pants and pleas for me to fuck her harder and faster torturing my control…

“Come for me, babe,” I ordered, on the edge of oblivion. My cock throbbed in my jeans, straining against the zipper. The metal teeth dug into my stretched flesh, torture threaded through raw pleasure.

Any hard-on I got for Ronnie was perfect, even one I refused to relieve.

Not yet. Not until I made her come. Twice.

“Fucking erupt all over my fucking hand, babe,” I commanded against the side of her neck, shifting on the bed. I loomed over her, trapping her to the mattress, my weight on her thigh.

“Oh God, Lucas…”

The sound of my name leaving her lips on a breath of sheer hunger sent fresh blood to my dick. Flooded it. Turned it into a pole of rigid agony.

As always, when Ronnie turned me on, I suffered the most exquisite pain and pleasure a guy can. Addictive pain and pleasure.

Potent.

The very second I allowed myself to sink into her, I would explode. The battle over the beach—and what it really stood for in my head—made that inevitable.

Knowing I had turned her into a prisoner of my love, my fear for her, turned this fuck into something dark.

Christ, the good girl in my bed had no clue who she’d fallen in love with. Who loved her. A man who would kill for her.

A dangerous man.

A dangerous man made weak by her.

“Come for me, babe,” I ordered again, trying to soften the demand. To take its ruthless urgency away. I moved my mouth to her breast, capturing her nipple with punishing hunger. Sucked.

“Beach first,” she moaned, digging her heel into the small of my back.

Every move she made, every breath belied the statement. Her juices trickled from her sex, over my fingers, into my palm. Her free hand—the one I wasn’t pinning to the bed with inescapable domination—raked at my back, my shoulders. Was she drawing blood? Possibly.

I almost cracked at the thought. My dick pulsed, a thick spasm jerking it in the prison of my jeans.

Thank fucking God I’d put them on after I’d showered. If I was naked now, if there was nothing separating Ronnie’s pussy from my cock, I’d be balls deep in her now.

I pressed my thumb harder to her clit, rubbed it back and forth. “Come,” I growled, watching pleasure twist her eyebrows into a frown.

“For.” I abandoned her clit, returning to the rapid stimulation of her G-spot. She whimpered and arched beneath me, her blunt nails gouging at my shoulder.

“Me,” I whispered, before withdrawing my fingers, dipping my thumb into her sodden slit, and pressing one cream-slicked fingertip to her anus.

“Oh God!” She came, her pussy growing wetter as her release flowed from her. I didn’t stop fucking her with my fingers. I wanted this orgasm to render her defenseless to me, to the orgasms to follow. I wanted her incapable of even thinking about the beach, let alone anything else but me making her come over and over.

I wanted her drunk on pleasure and rapture.

“Lucas!” she cried, writhing as I moved my thumb back to her clit and sank my fingers into her pussy once again. “I can’t…too much…too…”

She thrashed against my weight, my grip on her wrist. I let her break free, the idea of her trying to stop me make her climax again a wicked craving I couldn’t fight.

She grabbed at my wrist, squeezing its girth in an attempt to still my hand at her sex.

I chuckled against her cheek and quickened my thrusts. “I told you, babe, if I want you to come, you’ll come.”

She moaned, her grip on my wrist growing lax.

“And I want you to come again,” I whispered.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “I do too. Oh God, Lucas, make me come again. Make me come a—”

I slipped my hand free of her heat, hooked my arms beneath her thighs and yanked her ass up off the bed, and plunged my tongue into her pussy.

The sweet saltiness of her release coated my tongue and lips. She cried out, her heels thumping against my back as I worshipped her clit and sex with my mouth. I opened my eyes, wanting to see her incredible breasts jiggle, wanting to see the pleasure on her face.

Her eyes were closed, scrunched tight as she gasped over and over.

My trapped cock strained harder against my fly and, incapable of enduring the exquisite agony any longer, I rested Ronnie’s legs on my shoulders and tore the zipper open, lashing my tongue over Ronnie’s clit as I did so.

Cold air enveloped my cock as it jutted free of my open jeans. Risking my sanity, I wrapped my hand around its engorged length, pumping it so hard I knew it would bruise my already swollen balls, punishing myself with pleasure even as I refused to let myself come.

Control. Over my desire, my pleasure. Over Ronnie’s.

“I need you inside me, Lucas,” she begged.

I lifted my head from between her thighs, hitched her legs higher on my shoulders, and met her stare. “Not yet.”

She choked back a whimper of protest. “When?”

“When do you think?” I wanted her to say,
After you’ve made me come again, Lucas.

“After we go to the beach,” she said, a dark challenge dancing in her eyes.

Something just as dark stirred inside me. I ground my teeth. “I’m going to make you suffer for that, babe.”

Before she could respond, I took possession of her sex once more with my mouth. I flicked at her clit over and over. Every time she was close to coming, I lifted my head and blew on the tiny nub of sensitive flesh. Every time I did, she pleaded with me to make her come.

Every time she did, I told her I was in charge of her orgasms before nipping at her clit with my teeth.

I can be a macho caveman bastard when I want, and my girl was pushing me there now.

My woman.

Ronnie
was
my woman, and I had to protect her.

“Holy…holy fuck…” She panted, fisting her hands in the duvet beneath her. “Lucas…oh God…Lucas…it’s too…too…”

I moved. There’s a reason I’m a nightmare for my opponents on the underground MMA circuit. I’m fast. Very fast. And fucking strong.

Before Ronnie finished saying
good
, I levered her off the bed, my face buried between her thighs, her legs wrapped my head, my hands flattened to the small of her back, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.

Her shocked yelp echoed around our bedroom. My cock jerked with a thick spasm of impatient hunger.

Just as Ronnie came a second time, I slammed her back to the bed, driving my tongue deeper into her wet folds.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she cried, gripping my head tighter with her thighs. “Yes!”

Two orgasms down. How many more before she forgot about the beach? About anything else but being here with me? Safe?

I couldn’t stop a smug smile stretching my lips.

Her hair spread around her head in a wild mane of tousled hair. Her eyes burned with rapture. Her cheeks were pink. Her breasts rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths.

“I fucking love the way you taste, babe,” I said, kneeling between her spread legs to smooth my hands up over her belly, her ribs. I palmed her breasts, drawing my head closer to hers.

Our gazes clashed. My balls throbbed from the sated pleasure in hers.

“I’m quite partial to the way you taste as well,” she answered. “Fancy letting me tie you to the bed so I can give you a blowjob?”

Hot lust surged through me. My cock turned to an aching pole.
Fuck
.

I’d been tied up twice in my life, both times by corrupt-as-fuck cops. I’d sworn the second time I broke free that I would kill the next person to even
think
about doing it. But the thought of being tied up by Ronnie…of being completely in her hands…at her mercy.

If only I didn’t know what I knew.

“I’m not that easily fooled, babe,” I said, planting my hands on either side of her head, the tip of my cock nudging at her slick pussy lips. “The second after you tie me to this bed, you’re at the beach.”

She laughed, a throaty chuckle that almost made me erupt. “Busted, I guess.”

I drew in another breath, this one slower. Deeper. “Very busted. And now, about to be punished.”

Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. Her tongue darted over her bottom lip. “Lucas, as much as I’m enjoying all the sex, we can’t stay locked away from the rest of the world forever. We need—”

I silenced her with a brutal kiss.

I wasn’t gentle. There was nothing tender or romantic. I kissed her to show I was in charge. To show her I was in control. To make it clear when it came to her safety, I would not be distracted.

Would not be dissuaded.

Until I took care of the unfinished business of my shitty past life, Ronnie was where I wanted her to be and nowhere else.

She’d fallen in love with a bad boy, and it fucking tore me apart that that love was bringing out the bad in me, even as it gave me hope I could one day be the man she thought I was—a
good
man.

Could I ever be? Was that possible?

Snaring her wrists, I pinned her arms above her head to the bed with one hand, cupping and kneading her breast with the other.

She groaned into our kiss, arched into my rough caress.

I plucked at her nipple, rolled its distended form under my thumb as I ravished her mouth with mine.

She locked her legs around my hips, forcing my cock closer to her spread pussy. A wave of lust rolled through me as I dipped into her wet heat, the rim of my cockhead enveloped by her lips. One fierce, fluid thrust and I would be embedded in her.

One stroke…

She broke the kiss with a growl, her wild breaths fanning my lips as she looked up at me. “Fuck me, Lucas. Now. Hard. And I won’t mention the beach again today. I won’t—”

I sank into her. To the balls. No mercy. No hesitation.

“
Yes
,” she cried, thrusting her hips upward, taking me deeper still.

She was playing me. As much as I was playing her. I knew Ronnie well. Better than anyone. I’d spent years watching her. She wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t a submissive pushover. It was one of the reasons I loved her. Our battle about her safety wasn’t over. She knew it, and I knew it.