Under The Covers. Crystal Jordan
me about it.” A harsh sound burst from his throat, and his thigh tightened around hers. He eased halfway out of her and then pushed back in.
Shivers skittered over her skin, fire and ice racing in the wake of the pain. God, she was so wet. The angle would be impossible if she wasn’t. Arching her body, she tried to free herself from the leg pinioning her. His arm held her in place, his palm stroking over her breasts, tweaking each nipple in turn. Desperation burned through her as the craving sharpened. She moved one hand, clamping it over his knee. The crisp hair stimulated her palm. “Let me loose.”
“No.” He kept up that same slow, deep rhythm. It pushed her right to the edge without letting her fall over.
“Then move. Go faster. Harder. Something.” Her nails sank into his flexing muscles, frustration clawing at her like a wild thing. “Damnit, move your ass, Taylor.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. No dice.” The light calluses on the pads of his fingers rasped against the underside of her breast, adding another sensation to those threatening to overwhelm her. His lips brushed over the back of her neck, his short goatee tickling her skin and making her shiver.
“Please.”
His fingertips swirled up to tease her nipples until she wanted to scream. She bit her lip, raking her nails up his thigh. He just chuckled, prying her hand off his leg. “What’s in it for me? You’re just going to pretend this never happened as soon as we’re done.”
It was true. She knew it. He knew it. Her chest heaved with panting little gasps. She shook her head, denying his words. At this point, she was willing to sell her soul to make him let her come. “I—”
Burying his cock deep inside her, he stopped moving. “Don’t even bother trying to deny it. I know you too well. You’re a perfectionist.”
Tears burned her eyes. He held her down, wouldn’t let her escape what he was saying, what he was doing, what he was making her feel. Terror exploded inside her, whipping together with the desire and pain and desperation. It was too much. She didn’t know how to take it all in. She shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t want this, yet her body wouldn’t be denied. A sob caught in her throat. “P—please, Jake.”
“Has being so focused on perfection and being so uptight made you happy?” He twisted her nipple hard, demanding a response.
Her lips pressed together, and she didn’t say anything. She tried wriggling again, but she couldn’t budge an inch. Damnit. Her muscles burned as she strained, sweat sliding down her skin in moist beads.
“I know you don’t want to hear this.” His tongue flicked out, trailing a line of fire down her shoulder. “Maybe you should try loosening up a little, see if that gets you different results.”
He was right about one thing—she didn’t want to talk about this, didn’t want to listen. She jerked against his hold, pulling his hand away from her breast. It didn’t stop the harsh throb of need between her legs or the way her vaginal walls clenched around his hard cock. Clinging to what little remained of her control, she managed to get out, “I’m not like you or my family, Jake. I like order and consistency. I like getting up and going to bed at decent hours; I don’t like to drink all night. I know to you that seems boring, but I like to know where and when I’ll be sleeping every night.”
He tsked low in his throat. “There’s a difference between keeping your life sane and keeping it so sane you’re borderline OCD.” He leaned close so he could speak softly in her ear, his voice dropping to a rough, silken purr. “And admit it, losing a little control last night, being a little naughty, was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?”
“It was irresponsible. Hell, it’s still irresponsible, considering you’re inside me.” And not as far inside her as she wanted. Guilt, anger, and self-disgust rolled through her. A tear slipped down her cheek. This wasn’t her—the Dayna she knew herself to be would never do this, not with the least appropriate man on the planet. What was wrong with her? “This is crazy.”
He rewarded that comment with a quick swat to her thigh. She squeaked and twisted, but it got her nowhere. This conversation was not what she wanted to be doing right now. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to never stop. She needed to forget everything but the desires within her, needed him to fuck her senseless the way he had the night before. A hot flush burned her cheeks at the reminder of how wild it had been. Tingles spread down her limbs. She wanted more of that, and she knew she shouldn’t. Madness. This was complete and utter madness. What the hell was she doing there? She’d been engaged to one man yesterday, and this morning she was in another man’s bed.
“I can make you feel this good every night you’re here, sweetheart.” Every word was a deep, hypnotic rumble of sound. He could tempt a saint to sin with that voice. His fingers slid over her ribs and up until he fondled her breasts again. “It’ll be a Christmas you’ll never forget. I’ll make sure you’re on Santa’s naughty list next year.”
She shivered, fighting the pull of him. This couldn’t happen again, no matter how good it felt. It was totally and completely irrational. It was something her mother would do. But her body didn’t give a damn what her mind knew. His dick slid out of her one slow inch at a time before stretching her channel again as he filled her. Her nerve endings rioted, screeching for more. As she closed her eyes, her body quivered.
“No.” She licked her lips, desperately trying to follow the thread of the conversation. “We can never do this again.”
“You don’t really want me to stop now, do you?” that black-magic voice continued, and his thrusts into her pussy picked up speed. Just a little. Just enough to make her body shriek with want. He opened his mouth over the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck, scraping his teeth over the tendon there. “Do you, Dayna?”
“No,” she whimpered. If he didn’t fuck her hard soon, she was going to die. Lava flowed through her veins, made her heart pound. Catching his hand again, she guided his fingers down her stomach and between her legs. He obliged by stroking her clit at the same leisurely pace as his cock. She hissed out a breath. Who knew the wild child had this much control in bed? Damn him. “Just this once. Just one more time. Make me come.”
And then she said nothing more because his leg freed hers. She opened her thighs, arching against him as he shoved deep inside her pussy. The slap of skin against skin and their harsh breathing were the only sounds she heard. She closed her eyes, tears leaking from the corners at the intense sensations rolling through her. He rubbed her clit in a fast, grinding rhythm that made her mouth open in a silent scream. He slammed inside her twice more before her whole world coalesced into blinding white light behind her lids. Her pussy contracted, pulsing around his cock. He kept moving within her, and each stroke set off another wave of orgasm. Her tortured lungs sobbed for air as it went on and on, shoving her beyond any pleasure she’d ever known before. His groan echoed in her ear as his big, hard body locked tight and he seated himself deeper than he’d ever been.
She shattered, everything within her crumbling as she screamed. Some distant part of her mind wondered if she’d ever be the same again. It should have scared her, but it didn’t.
“I’m sorry, Jake.” Guilt flickered through those hazel eyes, making Jake grit his teeth and clench his fingers on the steering wheel just to hang on to his control.
Dayna regretted sleeping with him. It pissed him off. A lot.
Baring his teeth at her in a rough semblance of a smile, he tried to pretend it didn’t matter. “So you’re going to try to get back together with him when you get home?”
“I was happy with him.”
And that sent him over the edge. He snorted. “Oh, give me a break. You are so bored with your life you don’t even know what to do with yourself.”
Her eyes widened with shock and then narrowed in anger. “I am perfectly happy—”
“If you’re so fucking happy, Dayna, why did you spend last