Convicted (Entangled Ignite) by Dee Tenorio Page B

whisked away. Then he came back to her, pushing those sweats down so his hair-roughened skin met hers.
    Her eyes closed in relief and pleasure. “Not yet, it hasn’t.”
    He grunted, shifting himself down her body so his breath teased her nipple. “Good. Always did prefer a challenge.”
    His teeth closed around the hard little bud and a squeal escaped her. She felt another smile on her breast and fought the urge to hit him. He drew it deep into his mouth and the urge melted. Her hands, free to drift over him, sank into his hair, holding him to her, but he wasn’t about to be guided. He kissed his way to the other breast, hungrily taking it into his mouth as well.
    She shifted restlessly, not sure what to demand from him. His hands molded over her body, shaping her to him, as if he wanted her caressing all of him at once. She understood that. She couldn’t get enough of his texture, his feel, the weight of him. That power she’d fantasized about for so long. Suddenly that heady strength was over her, like a storm she could never control.
    Each stroke along her skin, every kiss and lick, seemed to heighten his hunger. He grew rougher, more demanding. Rocking harder, the underside of his cock sliding along her drenched folds. She arched for him, mindlessly seeking him, her channel already clenching tight for fulfillment.
    “Cade,” she murmured, pushing at his shoulder. He was doing something to the side of her neck—sucking, biting, something —that was making her drip, dammit. “We need the condom.”
    A rumble she took for dissent. Especially since he sped his movement against her clit, bringing her disturbingly close to whimpering.
    “Cade!”
    He pushed her thighs higher and, oh God, he was rubbing her just right now. “You come first,” he whispered in her ear, biting it as she felt his thumb glide over her clit from above. “Next time, it’ll be my mouth, sucking the orgasm right out of you.”
    It was too much. She burst, her entire body arching against him while she shook and shuddered. He swore, reaching out for his bedside table and fumbling with the drawer. Panting, she listened to him rip the box and presumably the little packet before he came back to her.
    She looked up at him, almost limp but still needing more. She could see he’d reached his limit. Expression stony as he fit himself to the well of her pussy, he delved into her with a sigh. One she echoed, her body accepting him as if he were the piece she’d been missing all her life.
    Her mouth opened, her breath little more than a whisper as he finally filled her to the hilt. So full. So incredibly full. Not just her body. His steady gaze never wavered from hers, reaching far deeper than the skin.
    He can see me , she realized, a half second later jolting from the ridiculousness of the thought. But the feeling didn’t go away. If anything it intensified as he settled, full length, above her. She’d thought this was what she wanted, but the vulnerability almost frightened her. Exposed. Open. Unable to hide anything from him.
    Her hands tightened at his waist, but she couldn’t look away.
    Silently, he began to move, all the while retaining her gaze, acknowledging he could see all the way into her, past every wall. Then he kissed her gently, slowing the storm long enough to gift her with something…pure.
    She reeled back, shutting her eyes, trying to hide. It did no good. She could feel that purity in the way he held her. As if she were precious. Important. He wasn’t gentle, but he was…reverent, his lips and hands almost worshipful. She couldn’t bear it. She pulled at him, lifting into his thrusts, flexing around him to push him beyond control. Beyond thinking or patience or whatever it was he was doing. But when he did let go, pounding into her until she screamed through another, mind-scrambling orgasm, she still felt it.
    So when he slept, she slipped from his bed and disappeared like the thief in the night she was, running from