Tamed (Corcoran Team: Bulletproof Bachelors Book 3) by Helenkay Dimon Page A

lifted her off the floor. She didn’t fight the need to get closer, to burrow in deeper. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and held on.
    He lifted his head. “Bedroom.”
    She couldn’t say anything, so she nodded. Anything to hold on to the feeling and keep him from breaking away. She feared his brain would kick in and he’d go on the defensive. Shove her away. But none of that happened. He carried her through the small house, pushing the bedroom door open with his shoulder and carrying her inside.
    Desire took off in a wild frenzy inside her. She held on because she never wanted to let go.
    The room spun and her back hit the mattress. When she opened her eyes, he loomed above her, balancing on his elbow. She ran a fingertip over his eyebrow and across his cheek. Down to his mouth, then over that sexy scruff on his chin. “I love this.”
    He treated her to a husky chuckle. “That almost guarantees I won’t shave it off.”
    The sound of his voice skimmed over her like a caress. The way he looked, who he was...she loved it all. “Good.”
    “Be sure.”
    She could feel his erection against her thigh and sensed the control it took for him to hold back and wait. But there was no need. She wanted this, wanted him. Had for what felt like forever. “I am.”
    He nodded and started to get up.
    “What are you doing?” She grabbed him and tried to pull him back on top of her.
    His smile remained as he leaned down and kissed her. A lingering kiss that left her breathless after he lifted his head again. “Condom.”
    In her haste she’d ignored the precautions. She was on the pill, but that wasn’t the point. Heat hit her cheeks. “Right.”
    He winked. “The blush is cute.”
    He left the bed but only for a few seconds. She watched his back as she heard him root around in his bag, then he turned around again. He stripped off his shirt as his knee hit the bed. The mattress dipped and she rolled against him. Then he was on top of her, his hands everywhere at once. His leg slipped between hers as his hands snaked up under her shirt. When his palms touched the bare skin of her stomach, she almost jackknifed off the bed. When they ventured higher, right to the band of her bra, she stopped breathing.
    His hands cupped her breasts, massaging and caressing before he lowered his head. He used his teeth to pull the shirt out of the way. One second she wore it and the next her hands rose and he drew it off her and threw it on the floor.
    A mixture of want and need bombarded her. A warm breath blew over her as he peeled the material of her bra down and put his mouth on her. His tongue, those lips. It all hit her like a jolt to her senses. Her fingers slid through his hair and held his head tight against her.
    Their legs tangled and her hands traveled down his back to his belt. She couldn’t see, but she heard the clank of the buckle as she opened it. The tick of the zipper came next. He lifted his body off hers long enough to kick off his jeans. When he reached for his gray boxer briefs, she stopped him. Put a hand over his and guided her fingers to his erection. Cupping him, holding him, she tested every inch. Smoothed over his length.
    He went wild. He shoved the briefs down and kicked them off. She had seconds to drink in the sight of him before he covered her again. His weight pressed her into the mattress as her hands ran over his skin.
    When his mouth started traveling down to her stomach, she struggled out of her bra. By the time she rested her back on the mattress again, he was tugging on her pants. He’d gotten them open and now they slid down her legs. With the material gone, his mouth touched bare skin. He pressed a long line of kisses up her legs to her upper thighs. Between her legs. On her.
    Her head fell back and her hands wrapped in the sheets as his tongue went to work. He licked and enticed. With each pass something inside her tightened. Those tiny internal muscles clamped down as her breath morphed into