Unfinished Hero 03 Raid (22 page)

That would be up to him.

But I was going to right the damage because I cared enough to put the effort in.

Instead, I told him, “I’m totally Peggy Sue, Raiden, and you do what you do and obviously
you intend to keep doing it
,
but you should know I’m going to ignore that and keep right on being Peggy Sue.”

“Thank fuck,” he replied so immediately I blinked.

“Sorry?”

“You gotta know my work because you gotta know me,” he explained. “Now you know it.
But from now on, it doesn’t touch you. So you keep bein’ you because that’s you but
also because that’s exactly what drew me to you, baby.” He grinned. “That and your
long-ass legs and that sweet ass, and, bein’ honest, your great tits and fantastic
fuckin’ hair.” I rolled my eyes, his grin got bigger and he kept talking. “But, back
on track, bottom line, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

I liked that. All of it, including the stuff about my legs, booty and the rest.

So I smiled.

Then I relaxed.

Raiden felt it.

And I felt him relax.

Then he wasted no further time and kissed me.

It was nice
,
but too short.

I would know why when he broke it, looked me in the eyes and stated, “Now that’s done,
time for a tour of your house. A tour that’s gonna end in your bedroom.”

His words made me shiver.

I was about to have sex with an amazingly gorgeous, criminal underworld bounty hunter
with questionable ethics that at least made sense to him
,
even if they didn’t entirely make sense to me.
He was dangerous. He was damaged. He was into me. I instinctively knew this was not
the end of my world shifting because Raiden Ulysses Miller entered it.

And still…

I could not wait.

Chapter Twelve

Trust It All to Me

The tour of my house didn’t last long
,
and as Raiden said, it ended in the bedroom.

It lasted long enough that by the time we got there my breasts had swelled and my
legs were trembling so much I didn’t know how I stayed standing.

That didn’t mean I didn’t watch closely as he entered my room. I was unbelievably
gratified when he took in my intricately scrolled white iron bed
;
the frills, the flowers, the pastel pinks, blues and greens
,
and I saw his face get soft. His lips quirked and I knew he liked it.

I definitely knew I liked Raiden in my room and this
did
have to do with the fact that I spent a fair amount of time imagining him right there.

And there he was.

Right there.

I enjoyed this feeling for a second before he took my hand and led me to the bed
,
then I was back to concentrating on my breasts swelling and my legs trembling so
badly I found it hard to stay upright.

Once we got to the bed, though, he did something strange.

He sat on the side, opened his legs and pulled me between them
,
but then he let my hand go and both of his spanned my hips in a firm way that said
without words I was to stay right there.

I stayed right there.

He tipped his head back to look at me.

“Downstairs, you made a decision,” he stated quietly
,
and my breath started to quicken.

He was very right. I did.

I nodded.

“I know it freaked you, baby, but I hope you come to understand what I gave you downstairs
was a gift that, in giving, means a fuckuva lot to me.”

I could see that already so I nodded again.

He took in my nod, nodded back once and the pads of his fingers dug into my hips.

“I trusted you with that, Hanna. No one but the people I work with knows that shit
about me. Not my Mom, my sister, not anybody.”

“I won’t say anything,” I assured hm.

“I gotta trust that, honey.”

This was big
.
I understood why
,
so to make my point my hands covered his at my hips and I whispered, “You can.”

Raiden studied me.

Then he said, “Okay.”

I let out a deep breath.

His hands slid up to my waist and his eyes held mine. “Now, you’ve had a lot happen
.
Y
ou’re learnin’ some serious shit and this is goin’ fast for you
,
but even so I’m gonna ask you to take more.”

Oh boy.

“Okay,” I replied but it was hesitant.

“Last night, you got off on what we did. I get who you are, where you come from
,
but you let yourself go with me and I loved that, every second. I’m gonna trust you
with what I gave you downstairs and take it from you that since I’m sittin’ on your
bed, you took that from me and still trust me. But I need you to trust it all to me.”

I was again confused. “Trust all what to you?”

“This,” his hands slid up to my ribs and tightened. “You.
All of you
. I want you to trust it all to me.”

I was right.

Oh boy.

“Raiden
—
”

“I like to play.”

I shut my mouth.

“You got a hint of that last night,” he went on.

A hint?

Oh God.

“Yeah?” he prompted.

Oh yeah, I got it
,
but I didn’t know it was a hint.

Still, I nodded.

“And you got off on it,” he noted.

I
so
did.

I nodded again.

“I wanna give you more.”

Oh my God.

My legs again got weak
,
and my hands that had dropped from his when his moved lifted to hold onto his shoulders.

“Which means you’re gonna take more,” he continued.

Oh my
God.

“And you’re gonna give more to me,” he kept going.

I started breathing heavily.

“But anything I do, anything I ask you to do, it doesn’t work for you, it doesn’t
turn you on, no matter how deep we are in it, Hanna, you say the word ‘solitaire’
and we switch it up, find somethin’ we both enjoy that gets us both off.”

I knew what he was saying. I’d heard about it.

He was talking about a safe word.

Which meant when he said he liked to play, he meant he liked
to play.

Even as my breath came faster and my stomach clutched I still felt my nipples tingle
and heat start to pound between my legs.

“You with me?” he asked.

I never expected this. I never even thought about it. It didn’t occur to me I’d have
to make this decision
,
much less make it with Raiden Miller.

Still, I didn’t hesitate before I breathed, “Yes.”

His fingers at my ribs dug in again and his voice got rough and commanding when he
said, “Hear me, Hanna, you don’t like what we’re doin’, you stop it. I got what I
got from you last night, honey, and I did not lie. It was fuckin’ phenomenal
,
so I push you to an edge you don’t
wanna go over, you put a stop to things. I know what’s standin’ in front of me and
I want it just like it is, however that comes. We explore, I’ll be happy. But if I
get nothin’ beyond what you gave me last night, this will make me far from unhappy.
Right?”

I nodded but it was
tentative.

Raiden didn’t miss it. “Baby
—
”

“I’m Peggy Sue,” I whispered and his lips turned up.

“No down-to-her-bones-Peggy Sue gets her freak on like you did last night, honey.”

I had to admit, this was true.

“Do you trust me?” he asked
,
and my fingers tensed into the muscles at his shoulders.

“Yes.”

“Then trust it all to me.”

I swallowed
before I
licked my lips, rubbed them together and stared at him.

A handsome man.

A dangerous man.

A damaged man I intended to fix.

On those thoughts, determination stole up my spine and I again nodded.

His fingers dug deep as his eyes started burning and he growled, “Fuck.”

Raiden was pleased.

Oh
God
.

His hand slid back down to my hips and his voice was deeper when he said, “Right.
Now, Hanna, take off your clothes.”

Oh.

God.

Suddenly that determination in my spine didn’t feel so determined.

I sucked it up, started to take a step back but his fingers flexed and I stopped.

“Right there, honey,” he instructed
,
and I was a bit confused.

I was standing between his spread legs. There wasn’t a lot of room to move.

Still, I went for it. I put my hands in the hem of my t-shirt, whipped it off and
threw it to the floor.

“Slow,” Raiden ordered and I bit my lip.

Okay, I could do that.

Or maybe I could.

Even as my fingers went to the button on my shorts his hands didn’t move from my hips
,
so when I slid down the zip
per
and, holding his heated eyes, very slowly glided them over my hips, I pulled them
out from under his hands
,
but they stayed right where they were.

My shorts fell to my feet
.
I shifted from one foot to the other, getting them off and kicking them behind me.

His eyes never leaving mine, Raiden demanded, “Your bra now, baby.”

Okay. Oh boy.

Um…

My skin tingling, nerves jangling even as the heat gathered between my legs at the
look in his eyes, I put my hands behind my back and very slowly unhooked the first
hook then the second. I dropped my hands, rolled my shoulders forward and the bra
fell away.

His eyes dropped to my chest. His fingers dug in and I began to pant softly, the heat
now swelling between my legs as I caught a strap of my bra in one hand and tossed
it aside.

Raiden’s gaze came back up to mine and he growled, “Panties.”

I swear I felt the rumble of his growl at the heat of me as I did my best to maneuver
around his hands that still didn’t move and very slowly tugged my panties over my
hips until they fell down my legs. I repeated what I did with my shorts, kicking them
behind me.

Then I was naked in front of him
,
sitting fully clothed on my bed
,
and I felt weird. I felt wonderful. I was a little scared. I was a lot excited. And
I was wondering, with not a small amount of eagerness, about what would happen next.

He didn’t make me wait as his hands finally moved on me, whisper soft
,
but he didn’t watch them
. H
e watched my face.

It felt good, it felt nice and the more he did it, it felt better.

“Can you get your legs open for me?” he asked gently
,
and I actually felt the wave of wet that saturated between my legs as I did as he
asked. I didn’t have a lot of room but I gave him what I could.

“That’s it,” he whispered, one hand swooping over my belly and in. I braced for his
fingers to touch me
there
,
or better yet, to invade but they swept feather-light along the inside juncture of
hip and thigh and that was when it began.

Minutes that seemed like hours of just that.

Raiden watching my face, his hands moving on me, coming close to the good stuff, gliding
along the side of my breast but then not touching my nipple, knuckles grazing the
underside of my breast but not hitting the target, fingertips sliding up the inside
of my thigh only to go away right when I thought they’d find me.

It was brilliant. It was torture. The longer it went on, the more it thrilled and
frustrated me.

I whimpered and lifted my hands to clutch his shoulders
,
but before they made it to their destination, Raiden ordered, “Clasp them behind
your back.”

“What?” I panted.

His hands spanned my ribs again, holding firm and his eyes locked with mine.