Night Hunter by Vonna Harper

inward, then placed his palm over the small mountain he’d created and created indentations with his rough finger pads. Done with that, he rolled her swollen and sensitive nipple back and forth, back and forth, creating enough friction to be almost painful.
    She felt her hips lifting off the ground again, tried to spread her legs. She sobbed in frustration because they remained clamped together and imprisoned by his legs. How could he thrust his cock into her if he trapped her like this? If she still had on shorts and panties? Didn’t he know how frustrated she was becoming, how she desperately needed him filling her?
    Although she wasn’t sure she had the courage for this, she opened her eyes. He stared down at her, but she couldn’t guess what he was thinking. He looked—not impassive really but something she couldn’t reach or comprehend. Wild.
    Determined.
    “I’m not—I’m not going to run away,” she managed, although it might be a lie. “Please, let me up. Get these damn clothes off me.”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “It is better this way.”
    For which of us? Certainly not for her, and she couldn’t imagine he was satisfied with endless foreplay. If he was into control, he shouldn’t have any complaints, but his cock couldn’t possibly get any larger. Surely he wanted to shove it in her.
    Determined to get her point across, she resorted to rhythmically lifting her hips toward him. Each thrust lasted only a second because she wasn’t sure how long her back would hold out. Still, again and again, she pressed her pelvis bone against the inside of his thighs. It would have been impossible if he rested his full weight on her, but he’d repositioned himself so his knees bore that responsibility.
    She could only imagine what it felt like to have that damnable fabric repeatedly brush the tip of his swollen penis. Fortunately, her imagination was vivid—that and what her repeated thrusting was doing to her. Sex without penetration pretty much summed it up—sex with her doing the pumping. Her pussy hot and humming.
    He growled, and she answered with a throaty moan.
    “It—doesn’t have to be—like this.” Spent, she rested. In her mind, she continued her erotic thrusts, but that would have to suffice until her buttocks muscles recovered. “We can do this—another way.”
    Did panthers purr? She didn’t think so, and yet the sound that came from his throat prompted the question.
    “You’ve made me wait—so long. Teasing. Turning me inside out. I deserve—” She tensed in preparation to start pumping again. “More than this.”
    Instead of agreeing or disagreeing, he leaned forward and lowered himself onto her, trapping her arms between them. His cock now pressed against her belly, the tip grinding into her navel—or it would have if it hadn’t been for the two layers of fabric. She wanted to concentrate on that, but couldn’t because he’d started nipping her jaw line and the side of her neck. She could only imagine what he looked like with his butt sticking up in the air to accommodate his greater length to hers. Instead of needing to laugh, she found the image erotic—not that she needed more in that department. Trusting and yet not, she turned her head to the side and gave him full access.
    He closed his mouth around the taut tendon at the outside of her neck. She had no doubt that the strength in his jaw was enough to kill her. Not pain, not really. On the edge, between pleasure and discomfort.
    A little heat had gone out of her flooded passage when she stopped her gyrations, but now the fire returned. Only one thing would quench it—him inside her.
    “Fuck me!” she gasped. “Laird, do it!”
    If he heard, he gave no indication. Instead, he continued to nibble almost playfully at her neck. His cock felt heavy against her belly, and she’d become aware of the texture and weight of his balls.
    “Please!”
    Snarling, he scrambled off her, planting his feet under him and standing.