The Darkest Danger (Shattered Series Book 2) (23 page)

     “I’m not,” he breathed, sucking in a ragged breath.

     “Then, do what I ask,” she said, laying a single finger against his lips, and felt his hot breath. “Put your hands over your head and leave them there.”

     Breathing fast, watching her through half-cracked lids, he complied.

     Leaning forward, she retrieved the leather belt.

     As she grabbed hold of his wrists, he said nothing, and only eyed her with his drugged, green gaze. She wrapped the belt around his wrists with one loop, and then another, somehow managing to bind them in place.

     Satisfied with her restraint, she smiled dangerously before leaning over him. “Now, where were we?”

     Before he could muster a word, she claimed his lips, kissing him with all the passion and love that she held inside. His guttural groans left him as she went in pursuit of rediscovering his body again. She trailed her lips along his strong nape, leaving love bites against his raging, hot flesh. As she reached his shoulder, she laved it with her tongue, supping the saltiness from his skin. His nipples were rigid and firm, she mulled, breathing fast, nipping the tiny bud with her teeth suckling it.

     He inhaled a fractured breath. “Olivia---”

     But, her only response was to torture him further.

     She trailed her lips on down the smooth planes of his chest, working her way down his body all the while. His large body quaked violently as he fought for control, but like hers, it was his betrayer. Down low, his erection had grown even harder, and the wetness had already dampened his briefs.

      Her own breaths came fast as she tugged the briefs from his hips, freeing his engorged organ. Taking in a shaky breath, she breathed in the smell of him, the scent of pure sex. Now, she lay near the end of the bed and her feet touched the foot post. She was exactly where she needed to be at the moment, she moaned, sliding a hand against her mons.

     But, it did little to appease her rising hunger.

     Inching upward, she lay down on her stomach, positioning herself between his hard thighs, and again, she was overwhelmed by her own dark needs.

     The sweat glistened on his skin, and the moisture made their contact even more pleasurable. “I want you,” she whispered, breathing the words against his skin. “
You’re the only man that I’ll ever want.
”

     With soft promises and words, she coaxed him until they were both positioned perfectly on the bed. His hard body trembled violently as she spread his thighs wider apart, and now, her head was cradled between them.

      Now, she boldly faced the source of his fire.

      His shaft was hardened, swollen, and seeping with wetness.

     
He hungered for her touch
.

      With her hand, she kneaded his sacs gently before bathing them with her wet tongue, and his hard body bucked uncontrollably at her sweet assault. She inhaled his sex again, tantalizing her own crazed senses further, and again, it was an epic struggle between sanity and insanity.

     Her breaths came fast.

     His guttural groans were endless.

     Emboldened, hungered, she took him in her mouth.

    As her mouth drew upon his shaft, he nearly came apart.

     “Olivia---” he rasped hoarsely, bucking against her sensual assault, and then let out a violent hiss. “
Sweet fuck…..
”

     She stayed him with a gentle hand, keeping the slow tempo that she’d set.

     Though he fought for control, he lost, and soon his manly pleas and moans were the only things she heard. She quickened her up and down rhythm, losing herself in the dark world that she’d implanted herself in.

     His breaths were hoarse as he followed her movements, impaling himself further into her mouth. Gripping his thighs tightly, she took him in completely.

     In the intense moment, there was no reasoning, questioning, or thought.

     But, only what they felt---

     He reached his peak, the place that he desperately sought.

     His hoarse cries shattered the silence of the room.

     Then, his hard body shook uncontrollably before stiffening, and then, the waves of pleasure overtook him as he exploded in her mouth.

     A breathless moment passed, and finally, they regained their senses. But, their lust and desire was far from being satiated.

     Hungered, needy, she returned his darkened stare him from the foot of the bed, and there was no denying the sexual tension in the air.

     “Come here,” he said thickly, extending his belted wrists out. “Take this off.”

     The defiance burned in her eyes. “No,” she murmured softly.

     Though her denial surprised him, it intrigued him as well, she noted, seeing interest flare in his eyes. “Olivia, come here.”

     “You want me to come?” she asked, crawling towards him, and her quiet movements only seduced her sultry mood further. When she was positioned between his thighs again, she glided her hands up them slowly. “Where?”

     A dangerous look shone in his eyes. “Come here, and I’ll fucking show you where I want you to be.”

     “I think that we both know where
we
want me to be,” she taunted, straddling him, and sank down on his hardened shaft. “Don’t we?”

     But, there was no time for thought as their bodies moved to the time-old rhythm, and once more, they became lost in the tempest of their desires.

***

        “Jarrod?” she murmured sleepily, seeking the warmness of his body as she turned in the bed, only to find him gone. Stifling a deep yawn, holding the crumpled sheets against her nude body, she sighed with disappointment before sitting up in the bed.

     The scent of their lovemaking lingered in the room, and soon the memories of their scandalous liaisons had her face flaming red. Last night, she’d learned just how knowledgeable and skillful of a lover he was, she mulled dreamily, slipping the robe on before glancing at the clock.

     6:30 am…

     Staring blindingly across the room, she bit a fingernail in concentration.

     Even though they’d been together all night, she still missed him immensely, and with his work being in a few hours, their separation would only lengthen. That she couldn’t handle, she reasoned, already heading for the door.

     Within no time, she’d fled down the stairs, and to her relief, neither of the guards stood on the porch as she stepped outside. The air was surprisingly cool as she crossed the lush green lawn, but it was tinged with a sweet floral scent. At this hour, the stables were deserted except for Jarrod, she noted, as she neared the tack room.

     A thrill chased through her.

     Now, within the shadows of the early morning, they were all alone.

     She pushed the door to the tack room open.

     The smell of leather, sandalwood, and other scents assailed her senses as she stepped in. Along the walls, the horse equipment was placed in carefully arranged sections, ranging from saddles, bridles, crops, fly whisks, and the like. A dim light sway slightly from the ceiling overhead and gave intermittent flashes from time to time.

     Across the way, dressed in nothing more than ripped Levi jeans, he stood with his back to her and was busy hammering away at the bent horseshoe. But, as soft as her footsteps were, he heard her and turned around.

     The shyness stole over her as their gazes met. “Hi.”

     His lips curled in a half-smile. “Hi.”

     “You were gone when I awakened,” she said in a rush, and her voice trembled. “I wanted to see you before you were busy with work and everything.”

     Without taking his eyes from her, he let the hammer clatter to the table, and his soft command was the sexiest words she ever heard. “Come here.”

     She prayed that her eagerness didn’t show as she crossed the room. But, there was no time for thought as he swept her up in his arms. And words neither, she thought, falling headfast into the mind blowing kiss. He tongued her long and deep, and she whimpered softly under his assault.

     When her hips met the back of the table, she gasped in wonder. But, her senses were eradicated further as he pushed the robe from her right shoulder. His lips were like hot fire as they met her already heated flesh, and he left a trail of destruction as they moved to the rise of her heaving breast. No longer satisfied by the barrier, he snatched the ties loose before removing the robe from her trembling body.

     Hooking his strong arm around her waist, he hauled her forward. “Put your arms around my neck,” he said thickly, and his green eyes were hooded. “And I want you to hold on tight, okay?”

     “Alright,” she nodded, and complied.

     She held on tightly as he walked across the room, and the smell of leather became more potent as they reached the area where the bridles hang. The confusion played on her face as he placed her on the floor. “Jarrod, what are you doing?”

     He cupped her face in his hands. “Do you trust me?”

     “I trust you with everything,” she whispered, searching his eyes. “You know that.”

     “Remember what I said before about me playing with you,” he rasped hoarsely, walking up on her as he pushed her backwards gently. Then, after her back met the wall, he grasped her hands in his. “That’s what I’m going to do with you now, but only if you want me to.”

     “I want you to,” she said, breathless, and moistened her lips. “
Play with me
.”

     As he extended her arms above her head and then wrapped a bridle around each of her hands before attaching it to the wall’s railing, she stayed silent and privately mulled at what sensual wonders lay ahead. Her deep brown eyes followed him as he crossed the tack room, and she fought to hide her surprise as he returned with a black riding crop. When he stopped before her, his gaze stole hers, and it smoldered with both heat and promise.

     It was the feel of leather against silken skin, she gasped, absorbing the titillating sensations as he trailed the crop from her pouty lips on down to the smooth column of her nape. His pursuit was slow and purposeful, and his eyes breathed fire as he tracked the crop’s movement along her heated body.

     She seized a fractured breath as the crop connected with her budded nipples, and he made sure to torture her further as he plucked it slowly across each one, making them harden even further. Then slowly, he trailed the crop down her midriff and then hovered just above her hotspot.

     “Jarrod…please…” she whispered, biting her lip. “I---I---”

     Rather than answering her, he moved the crop to her right thigh, sliding it downward in an intense slow motion. After he’d reached her calf, he trailed it upwards again before moving to the other thigh, giving it the same scandalous feel as the other.

     But, she was destroyed further as the crop met the apex of her thighs.

     With slow intent, he traced the outline of her womanhood, and his own dark needs rose as he groaned. Watching her, he slid the crop in a back and forth motion along her mons, and she could do nothing but fall apart helplessly. “Jarrod---” she cried breathlessly. “I need you…please…”

     “I want you to rain for me, sweet love,” he whispered, dropping the crop to the ground, and then placed his hand where the crop had been. “
Rain all over me
.”

     In a fluid movement, he slipped two fingers inside her, and as he did, she nearly came apart at the seams. Helpless, needy, she strained against the binds, but no matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t escape the raging pleasure.

     And he knew how to tear her apart, she mulled, dazed, releasing a desperate cry, and right now, his fingers were pulling the trigger on her resolve. Pleading breathlessly, calling his name, she hauled in a broken breath, and her eyes fluttered closed against her rising need. Soon, the tides rushed in, pulling her under, and she came completely apart.

     “Jarrod,” she sobbed raggedly, convulsing against his fingers. “Oh…oh…”

     “
Oh, sweet fuck, Olivia
,” he rasped, holding her trembling body tight against his own. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

     Their tortured breaths met in a drugging kiss.

     Against her thigh, she felt evidence of his raging needs.

     She nipped his lip, before drawing it into her mouth, and she knew that she’d slain what little control he had remaining as he shuddered against her violently. Holding her up with one arm, he pushed the jeans and briefs from his hips with his free hand. As the clothing dropped to the floor, he had her up.

     Panting wildly, whispering incoherently, she wrapped her legs around him like a second skin. His own words were unintelligible as he grasped her hips in his hands. As he plunged inside her, they both cried out shamelessly. But, he was intent upon destroying them totally, she realized, as he rocked inside her slowly.