Beneath This Man (12 page)

When he opens his eyes, I lower my mouth to his and he accommodates my demand for mouth contact. I love his mouth. I love what he can do with his mouth. I love the words and the tones that come out of his mouth. I love the way he chews his bottom lip when deliberating something important to him.

‘I love you.’ I say against his lips.

He pulls back, his handsome face looking content. ‘I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.’ He slowly slides us back up the runner. ‘Do you need me?’

I brace myself for the jolt that I know will come and when it does, we both moan together. ‘I need you.’

‘That makes me happy too. Again?’ he asks, but he’s already on his way back down the runner.

‘Please.’ We jolt again at the end of the line. ‘Wow!’ I blurt as the ache in my stomach transforms into a slow climb to climax.

We’re travelling back up the runner, a bit faster this time.

Jolt!

‘Oh!’

‘I know,’ he whispers. ‘More?’

‘Yes!’ I plunge my tongue into his mouth desperately.

He slides us down slowly, but doesn’t let it hit the end this time. Instead, he pushes off with his feet and sends us gliding up the runner. We hit the end with such force, our bodies collide hard and I have to release his lips and bury my face in his shoulder on a choked scream.

‘Oh shit!’ he strains and repeats the same delicious move.

Slide and hit!
  

This is intense. I’ve never felt him so deep. I rest my mouth on his shoulder, resisting the urge to clamp onto him with my teeth, my hands moving onto the back of his head to hold me steady as he slides us back down the runner, ready for another crash to the top. My insides are furling, and I can feel him twitching and kicking inside me. He catapults us back up the runner and when we hit the top, my teeth sink into his shoulder and I cry out in pure, exquisite pleasure.

‘Fuck, Ava!’

I release my teeth and kiss my bite mark as we descend again.

‘Get your teeth back into my shoulder.’ he pants.

Oh, he likes it. I recall many times when I have bit him and stabbed him with my nails. I do as I’m bid and moan against him as I bite his shoulder on a crash.

‘Shit, I’m going to come,’ he yells, letting us roll back down the runner. ‘You ready?’

‘Yes!’ I wrap my mouth around his shoulder and clamp my teeth lightly, ready for his assault.

He lets loose.

There are no more controlled movements. He slides and crashes us relentlessly as I clamp onto him with my teeth and fingernails. The intensity of his muscled length pounding me deeply has me screaming his name against his shoulder. I start to feel fireworks fizzing as he continues with the slides and hits, pushing me towards ultimate detonation. The relentless throbbing and beating of his erection deep inside me has me sprinting to the finish and I’m gone, pushed into ecstasy on a loud crash and a cry from both of us. I sink my teeth in once more, sending Jesse into a bucking fit as his hips fly up and he shouts loudly.

Oh my God.

I’m still pulsing and riding out my orgasm when I’m vaguely aware of being gently rocked back and forth, the slight motion draining everything he has to give me.

I pull my face away from his shoulder and plant a kiss on the bite mark.

‘You’re a savage, lady.’ He twists his head to take a look at himself, and then his eyes flick to mine.

Taking possession of my mouth, he kisses me deeply and I squeeze him in my arms, joining him in his blissful oblivion. I could stay like this forever, completely encased in Jesse.

‘I’m going to take you to bed and sleep all night buried deep inside you.’ He slowly begins to lift, keeping us connected. ‘Kiss me, now.’ he commands as he starts striding out of the gym with me wrapped around his waist. I run my hands through his hair and gently yank it before slowly lowering my lips to his.

‘Savage.’ he says against my lips.

I smirk and open my eyes as he takes the stairs, finding him staring at me as our tongues dance leisurely between our mouths. I hold his eyes with mine the entire way to the bedroom where he lowers me to the bed under him. I can feel him hardening inside me again. This man is relentless.

Hooking his arm under my lower back, he shifts me up the bed until my head finds a pillow, our mouths and bodies remaining locked the whole journey.

‘Stay with me.’ he says, pulling back and brushing my hair away from my face. He studies me intently, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction at having me in his arms.

‘I’m here.’

‘Move in with me.’ He drops his face and circles my nose with his.

Oh? Does this man know the meaning of the word gradual? He’s being a bit hasty, and we still haven’t discussed any of the more important stuff – like The Manor and work and his challenging ways.

‘I want you here when I go to sleep.’ He licks my bottom lip. ‘And I want you here when I wake up. Starting and ending my day with you is all I need.’

Now, I’m fully aware that if I don’t give the answer he wants, I’m facing an attack of the sulks or a sense fuck, and I don’t want to spoil this moment. I need this moment. ‘Do you not think this is all a bit soon?’ I ask.

He pulls his face up, his expression not quite sulky, but well on its way. ‘You obviously do.’

‘It’s been two days.’ I try to reason with him.

He frowns. ‘Two days since what?’ He lifts his torso up and slips out from me a little, planting his forearms into the mattress on either side of my head. He plunges forward and my breath catches in my throat. ‘I want this every morning and every night.’ He smirks, knowing damn well what he’s doing to me. He’s going to hit me with a sense fuck. ‘And maybe a bit in between.’ He lazily pulls back and slowly pushes forward again. I clench my eyes closed. I’m not fooled that he is about to make love to me. Maybe, if I agree, I’ll get gentle Jesse, but I’m really not sure about living with him.

‘You only want me for my body.’ I feign shock on a rushed breath.

He gasps and drives long and controlled into me. ‘You don’t want this?’

I throw my head back and moan. ‘You don’t play fair, Mr Ward.’

He withdraws slowly. ‘Say yes!’ he shouts as he pounds forward, knocking the wind right out of me, forcing my arms to fly back to brace myself on the headboard. ‘Have I got to fuck some sense into you, Ava?’

Oh, here it comes. He’s going to fuck some sense into me that makes no sense at all. Moving in with him? It’s way too soon.

My muscles tighten and my blood heats, sailing through my veins at a ridiculous speed. I hate that he does this to me. All sensibility is well and truly derailed. ‘No!’ I snap, and he thunders into me again, grunting as he does. He reaches forward with his bad hand and slides his palm under the back of my head, pulling me up to face him. I’m not sure if the scowl on his face is because he’s mad or because his hand is hurting.    

‘Say it.’ he orders and then charges forward again.

I’m not going to give in on this. It really is too soon. He won’t stop this; he’s too far gone himself. ‘No.’ I state firmly and precisely on a pant.

He growls and hammers forward, pounding mercifully into me. I grip onto him with the muscles of my womb as he forces me further up the bed. ‘Fucking hell, say it, Ava!’ he roars. A bead of sweat trails down his temple and his frown line jumps into position.

‘No!’

‘Ava!’ he shouts, and it echoes around the bedroom before he smashes our mouths together viciously. I buck and writher under his forceful body and greedy mouth as my pending release simmers low in my groin. ‘You like that?’ he gasps against my mouth as he persists with his relentless pounds.

‘Yes!’

‘You want this every day?’

‘Yes!’ I cry. I really do!

He yanks my hair tighter and grinds his hips harder. ‘Say it then.’ he growls. I feel the wound up coils snapping inside me as I fly into a bottom pit of pure pleasure beneath him. All reason is lost as he takes ownership of my body, soul and mind.

‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Fucking hell. Yes!’ I scream.

‘Watch your fucking mouth!’ His booming voice is piercing as he joins me in my pleasure and releases my hair before punching his fist into the mattress. That had to hurt! He pushes himself into me as deep as he can and holds himself there, his head rolling back.

He groans.

I feel his hot release pumping deep into me, and I bring my hands down from the headboard to rest on his chest. His head drops, his eyes find mine and he slowly circles his hips against me, easing us both down.

‘That wasn’t so hard, was it?’ His voice is hoarse and dry.

I smooth his solid chest under my palms. ‘I was under the influence.’ I say, and then mentally slap myself for my poor choice of words.

He can’t hold me to this, surely. But then I realise…this is Jesse, my unreasonable control freak. He can, and he will.

He smiles a glorious, full smile and kisses me tenderly, then rolls us over so I’m sprawled across this chest. His finger traces the column of my spine and he smoothes my hair. I snuggle happily into him.

He sighs.

‘I can’t be with you every second of the day.’ I say thoughtfully, though how I feel right now, it’s tempting. Why wouldn’t I want this day and night, and a little bit between as well?

He exhales, long and wearily. ‘I know you can’t. I wish you could.’

‘I have a job, a life.’

‘I want to be your life.’ he says quietly.

‘You are.’ I argue softly. He can be so vulnerable and delicate, and I know I’m the answer to that. It is miles away from the domineering brute who just fucked some sense into me. Is it sense, though, or just pure craziness?

Chapter 7

I’m freezing cold. I wince at the invasion of light that’s attacking my eyes as I open them and bolt upright in bed.

Where is he?

I brush my hair out of my face, jump out of bed and rush into the bathroom. He’s not there. In a blind panic, I hot foot it downstairs and skid to a stop at the kitchen entrance.

‘Morning.’ He puts his coffee down and gets up from the island, walking casually towards me. It’s like I’m looking at a different man. Have I dreamt the last couple of days?

He is fully clad in a charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt and a soft pink tie. He’s clean shaven, his messy blonde hair has been manipulated to the side and his green eyes are twinkling in delight. He looks stunning.

‘Urh…morning.’ I stutter. I’m confused.

He reaches for me and wraps an arm around my waist, then hoists me off my feet and up to his lips. ‘Sleep well?’ he asks, brushing his lips against mine.

‘Hmmm.’ I hum. I’m staggered. I was sure that I would be set for battle this morning with Mr Challenging.

‘You see, this is exactly why I want you here morning, noon and night.’ he muses.

‘Why?’ I ask on a frown. So he can do this every morning? Maybe moving in with him wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

He lets me slide down his front, then stands back to look me up and down. He clasps his newly shaved chin with his bad hand and arches a brow on a mild grin.

Oh fucking hell! I’m naked!

‘Shit!’ I turn and make a hasty retreat to the stairs.

I don’t get very far. He catches me halfway up, wrapping his arm around my waist and lifting me from my feet. ‘Watch your mouth!’ He turns and takes me back to the kitchen, sitting me on the breakfast bar.

‘Oh!’ I yelp, as the coldness of the marble spreads across my bare backside.

He laughs and separates my thighs before settling himself between them. ‘I want you to come down for breakfast every morning just like this.’ He trails his finger from my knee to the apex of my thighs. I’m more than awake now. I’m tense too.

‘You’re confident I’m going to be here every morning.’ I say as casually as any woman can when a God-like creature is lightly brushing his forefinger across her pubic hair. I’m trying to display a cool and casual demeanor, but I’m rigid, and he knows it. Anyway, he can’t hold me to things when I’ve agreed to them mid-orgasm.

He’s fighting a grin. ‘I am confident, because you said yes. Or was it…’ He looks up to the ceiling in deep thought and then back at me. ‘Oh, I remember. It was…yes, yes, yes, fucking hell, yes!’ He loses the battle to restrain his grin and the corner of his mouth lifts cheekily as he slips his finger inside me.

I tense further. ‘I was caught at a weak moment.’ I can’t hide the lust in my voice. He’s got me.

He circles his thumb over my clitoris and my leg muscles start aching. I shift on the worktop slightly to give him better access. I’m so bloody easy.

‘Do I need to remind you why it was a good decision?’ he asks, and then takes my lips, trading one finger for two and plunging straight into me, whipping me into a desperate, wanton state.

No he doesn’t. It’s nonsensical, but I’ll take the reminder. I grab his suit jacket, clench my fists and moan into his mouth. I feel him grin against my lips before he releases them and pushes me down on the worktop. The coldness of the marble radiates through me, but I’m beyond caring about a little coldness against my bare skin. I need him…again.

With his eyes burning into mine, he undoes his belt and trousers urgently then yanks his boxers down, freeing his morning erection. In a coordinated set of moves, he clasps me under my thighs and pulls me forward onto his waiting cock.

‘This is another reason.’ he growls, pulling back and then hurling forward.

‘Oh God! Jesse!’ I drop my head back onto the worktop and arch my back into him. Oh good Lord, he has the moves. He starts a punishing rhythm of drives that have me clamping my hands on the edge of the worktop to stop myself riding up the marble. His breathing is hard and loud, and he lets a gruff bawl escape his lips on each advance.

‘Fuck! You feel perfect, baby.’ He rams forward again, hitting me hard, a despairing yelp bursting from my mouth.

I don’t know what to do with myself; he’s relentless with his momentum as he charges forward over and over and over. I’m dizzy. He places his hand on my breast and massages hard, all in time with his solid thrusts.

‘Remember yet?’ he barks, but I can’t answer. Speech has totally evaded me. With each powerful drive, he is edging me closer and closer. I inhale and hold my breath as I reach the summit of my build up. ‘Answer the question, Ava,’ he demands. ‘Now!’