Unfinished Hero 03 Raid (15 page)

“Condoms, baby, floor by the bed. Get one. Now,” he muttered
,
then my zip
per
was down and my jeans were being yanked off.

As best as I could I twisted, noticing we were on a mattress on the floor
,
but not noticing much about this because my fingers closed around one of a half dozen
packets of condoms by the bed. I didn’t notice much about this because my flip-flops
flew off with my jeans and my panties were now being dragged down my legs.

I twisted back just as Raiden’s hand slid between my legs.

That felt so good, all my concentration centered on that feeling
.
I dropped the condom and my back left the bed as my lips parted on a silent moan.

“Thank fuck, soaked,” Raiden growled
.
I forced myself to right my head and look at him. “Spread, baby.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I spread.

His hand kept toying between my legs, creating beauty even as he tugged at his pants.
He pulled himself free, used his teeth to open the condom packet he somehow got hold
of and dropped his hand to roll it on.

I pushed up and shoved my hands up his tee, my movements fevered, even frenzied, taking
in his hard muscles
;
the angles, the plains, the ridges.

Amazing.

I shoved my face in his midriff, breathing deep, taking him in, all this time his
fingers creating bliss between my legs.

Then they were gone.

For less than a second
,
because Raiden
,
using one arm to lift me
,
pulled me out of the bed and plastered me to him. My legs circled his hips
. H
is other hand was between us, guiding him in
. T
hen he jerked me down on his cock, filling me.

I drove my hands in his lush hair, my head falling back on a whimpered, “Ohmigod.”

Then I was back to bed and Raiden was pounding inside me, his arm still around me
,
driving me down with each upward thrust.

“Ohmigod,” I repeated, one of my hands fisting in his hair, the other one trailing
down his back.

I’d never had this.

This was…

It was…

It didn’t exist. It couldn’t.

This was only for Raiden and me.

I felt it building
. M
y hand dipped under his tee, my head jerked up. It was going to be so huge it was
going destroy me.

“Raiden,” I gasped, my voice harsh with passion and edged with fear.

“Give in, baby,” he grunted, still driving me down as he thrust up.

“Sweetheart, it’s
—
”

His mouth came to mine. “Give into it, honey.”

I gave in. I had no choice. And when I did, my fingernails dug into his back, scoring
up
;
his hips ground deep into mine as his back arched. A hot, amazing groan rolled up
his throat and he came with me.

It lasted forever, an eternity. I gasped
,
then moaned
,
then panted through it
,
and finally wrapped my arm around Raiden and held on because the world was gone
. T
here was nothing but that feeling.

Nothing but Raiden and me.

The eternity passed
,
and when I came back to reality Raiden’s arm was still tight around me, his cock
still buried inside me and his face was in my neck. His other hand was laced in mine
and he’d tucked them to our sides so I had most of his weight.

It was glorious.

Right before it was mortifying.

Oh my God.

What had I just done?

Oh my God!

I knew what I’d done.

I’d ridden in a car with my hand on Raiden Miller’s crotch, my mouth in his neck
without a seatbelt.

Then I’d run after him
;
he’d thrown me on his bed and I let him fuck me.

Oh.

My.

God.

“Warm afghans, pretty blue eyes, totally dorky and an unbelievably wet, sweet pussy,”
he murmured against my neck
,
then lifted his head and looked down at me before he finished on a whisper, “The
girl of my dreams.”

Okay, that was nice and all
. L
ovely
. G
reat even.

And the warm, sexy, sated look on his face that I could just about make out in the
shadows, even better.

But I’d just let Raiden Miller make out with me on the hood of my car and rode
in
it without a seatbelt because I was busy groping his crotch.

Of course he’d think I was the girl of his dreams.

For tonight.

Then tomorrow he’d think I was slutty and easy.

Because I was!

You didn’t tell a good girl she had a wet, sweet pussy!

Oh God.

This didn’t just happen.

Tell me this didn’t happen.

“Don’t move,” he muttered then brushed his lips against mine. “Be back.”

Then he slid out of me, the area between my legs pulsing magnificently as he did.

Yes, it just happened.

He rolled off me and I blinked at the ceiling, closing my legs, curling them up and
twisting my lower half to the side as I felt him disappear.

A light came on from somewhere else, dimly lighting the room
,
and instantly I became a flurry of activity.

I vaulted from the mattress
,
and in the dark of wherever the heck I was, I searched for my jeans, panties and
flip-flops.

I found my panties, tugged them up and was feeling around with hands and feet for
my jeans when an arm hooked around my waist and I found myself back in bed, Raiden
on top of me.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked.

I shoved at his shoulders, mumbling, “I have to go.”

“What?”

“I have to go.”

“Hanna
—
”

“I need to get home. Get some sleep. I have to be up early. Church tomorrow,” I babbled,
still pushing at his shoulders and squirming under him, freaked, humiliated, scared
of what he would think of me now that the heat of the moment had passed.

“Hanna, look at me.”

“Really, I need to get going.”

“Baby.” His arms moved from around me so his hands could frame my face and he held
it firm in a way that I stopped struggling and squirming. “What the fuck?”

“I’m not that kind of girl,” I announced.

I felt his body, which I hadn’t noticed was tense, relax but this had absolutely no
effect on me.

I kept talking.

“Never has that happened. Not ever.
Not ever.
I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t even remember a time when I’ve been
in
a car without a seatbelt much less what… what…” Oh God! “What we did,” I finished
on a horrified whisper.

“Calm down for me a second,” he urged gently, one of his thumbs sweeping my cheek.

That felt nice
,
but no way could I calm down.

No way.

“I… you… I don’t want you to think I’m that kind of girl. I’m not that kind of girl.
I don’t know what that was. I don’t know how that happened. It’s never happene
d before. I don’t
—
”

I stopped speaking abruptly when his thumb shifted to my lips and pressed in.

“Honey, shut up,” he ordered
,
but he did it laughing.

Belatedly, I noticed not only his mouth but his entire body was laughing.

“Raiden
—
” I tried to say but it came out sounding smushed, mainly because his thumb was still
smushing my lips.

“Quiet and listen to me,” he stated. “I know you’re not that kind of girl.”

I blinked through the dark.

“You do?” I asked through smushed lips
,
and his thumb slid away.

“Yeah, or, I should say, I know you’re not that kind of girl for anyone
,
but me but what
you
gotta know is that it’s all kinds of fuckin’ good you’re that girl for me.”

I wanted to believe this.

I didn’t.

I mean, I had girlfriends who had moments where they were that kind of girl and the
guys always said that it was good until the next day when they didn’t call.

“I really need to go home,” I told him, beginning to squirm again.

“No fuckin’ way,” he told me
,
and my body stilled.

“Sorry?” I breathed.

“Hanna, honest to Christ, you think out there I get you dorky, head on my shoulder
at a movie, holding my hand, riding that preposterous bike
, s
milin’ sweet at me, totally Peggy Sue throwback from the fuckin’ fifties
,
and in my arms, my mouth on yours, you ignite for me
. You
lose
all
fuckin’ control
. G
ive me fuckin’
everything
.
A
nd I’m gonna let you crawl outta my bed and go home?”
He paused then finished, his voice steely, “No fuckin’
way.
”

“I
—
” I started but Raiden interrupted me.

“It’s good you give me that. I
want
that. And I’m fuckin’ beside myself knowin’ you didn’t give some other asshole that
before me. It’s mine. I’m keepin’ it.”

Holy Moses.

“Raiden
—
”

“And I’m gonna take more,” he declared.

He was?

That was…
he
wanted
more?

“You are?”

“Baby, last night, those kisses, I hoped to Christ that was a preview of things to
come and I’m fuckin’ thrilled it was. Out there, you can ride that silly-ass bike
,
but now I know, in my bed, you’re gonna let go for me. You’re gonna let me play with
that body. You’re gonna let me work you ‘til you’re so fuckin’ wet you’re drenched
for me. And when I let you come I’m gonna make it feel like you’re coming apart at
the seams. And only I’m gonna know you give me that. Only I’m gonna get that. And
I’m fuckin’ overjoyed that’s all for me and only me.”

Wow.

That was hot, cool, sexy, sweet and totally freaking scary.

It was so much of all of those, the only response I could come up with was, “My bike
isn’t silly.”

“Babe, it is.”

“It’s cutesie and girlie,” I defended my bike

“It’s that too. Absolutely,” he agreed.

I tilted my head on the mattress and tried to make out his features in the dim light
before I asked, “Are you sure you don’t think I’m slutty and easy?”

To that, he hauled us both up the bed and pressed into me. He reached out an arm and
I blinked when a light flashed on.

I stopped blinking when my head was again framed by his big hands and I focused on
his face which was all I could see.

“Do I look sure?” he asked
,
and I didn’t know how he knew how he looked.

What I did know was that his expression was warm and sweet
,
but still somehow firm and his beautiful eyes were heated, burning into me.

So I knew he was sure.

Still.

“Just so you know, I’ve only had three lovers
. T
hey were all long-term boyfriends and, if memory serves, the one where we uh… got
to the business fastest, it took three weeks.”

“Do not tell me that shit.”

Oh boy.

Now he didn’t look warm and sweet.

He looked hard and scary.

“I just wanted
—
”

“Only thing I know, only thing I’ll focus on
,
is now you’re mine. I won’t share what came before and I’m askin’ you now to promise
that’s the last of you sharin’ what came before me. Can you help me out and return
that favor?”

“Okay,” I agreed cautiously.

“Some men wanna know. I’m not one of those men,” he explained.

“Okay.”

“Right now, it’s just you and me.”