Out of Control

by Alexandra Ivy

  He frowned. “You can’t doubt my desire for you?”

  “Trust me, you wouldn’t be the first man to want to be ‘just friends,’” she said dryly.

  “Christ, Angela,” he breathed. “As much as I want to be your friend, I’m desperate to make you my lover.”

  Her heart missed a beat as she met his brooding gaze. “Desperate?”

  Without warning he grasped her wrist and pressed her hand against the thick length of his erection.

  “Tell me, angel, does this feel desperate to you?” he growled.

  Her suspicions were seared away as her fingers curled around the impressive bulge. Even through the heavy material of his jeans she could feel the pulsing heat and straining urgency of his need.

  It was intoxicating.

  Her mouth went dry as her stomach clenched with excitement. She’d never understood why women rushed to the window when the football team jogged past wearing nothing more than gym shorts. The male body was a collection of vital organs surrounded by muscle and bone and hard-wired to a brain that allowed it to function.

  It wasn’t until this man entered her lab that she got it.

  Just being near Niko was like being plunged into an electrical storm. The heat, the sizzle in the air, and the prickles of anticipation that warned she was about to be struck by lightning.

  And worse, her brain shut down until all she could think about was wrapping herself so tightly around him he could never escape.

  Dangerous, dangerous sensations.

  Her fingers slid down his erection, her heart skipping a beat as he seemed to grow even bigger.

  “It feels—”

  “Yes?” he groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders as if he wasn’t convinced his knees would hold him.

  Angela felt a strange jolt of . . . what was it? Female power?

  He wanted her.

  Truly wanted her.

  Of all the lies he told her this wasn’t one.

  “Large,” she murmured.

  He gave a choked laugh, his face tight with his barely leashed desire.

  “Should I be flattered?”

  Her awkwardness was forgotten beneath the heady realization that she could affect this man with a mere touch.

  “Not really, I don’t have much to compare it to,” she admitted. “As I said, I’ve never been the kind of girl that attracts the opposite sex.”

  “Only because mortal men are blind.”

  She snorted. “All of them?”

  He studied her upturned face with an undisguised hunger that squeezed the air from her lungs.

  “If they had the superior senses of a Sentinel they would have seen what I see.”

  “And what’s that?” she managed to ask.

  He lifted a hand to tug the scrunchie from the messy remains of her ponytail.

  “Thick, sable hair that starts out prim and proper in the mornings, but during the day sexy little tendrils escape to play against your long, utterly kissable neck.”

  She trembled as his fingers threaded through the loose strands of her hair.

  “Oh.”

  He growled low in his throat as he lifted a fistful of hair to press it to his nose, breathing deeply of the apple shampoo she used.

  “Do you know how many hours I devoted to fantasizing about releasing your hair from its bondage so it could spread across my pillows?”

  “Bondage?” The word came out as a croak as she all too easily pictured being handcuffed to Niko’s bed, her body a willing slave to the promise of paradise.

  Keeping one hand tangled in her hair, he used the other to gently trace the sensitive skin of her temple.

  “Dark velvet eyes that tempt a man to become lost in their depths,” he continued his verbal seduction, his voice smoky.

  “Boring brown,” she corrected.

  He ignored her interruption, his smoldering gaze tracing every line and angle of her upturned face.

  “A noble little nose,” he murmured. “Did you know you scrunch it up when you’re concentrating on your work?”

  “I do not.”

  His fingers drifted down to trace her nose before outlining her trembling lips.

  “A mouth that is as ripe and delicious as cherries.”

  Her lips instinctively parted at his searing touch. “Niko.”

  “And this skin.” The warm fingers continued their path of destruction down the length of her neck to trace the loose neckline of her sweatshirt. “As smooth as the most expensive silk.”

  “I’m too pale.”

  “You’re perfect,” he growled in response. “Ivory silk. It tempts a man to discover if you’re the same porcelain shade all over.” Holding her gaze, he lowered his hand to the hem of her shirt. “May I?”

  She knew what he was asking. And that if she agreed there would be no turning back.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Obviously a man of action, Niko didn’t hesitate to pull the sweatshirt up and off her body. It happened so fast that Angela didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. Then, catching sight of Niko’s harshly appreciative expression, she forgot to worry that she was too skinny, or too pale, or too whatever else her insecurities could imagine.

  “Yes,” he rasped as his hands reached to dispense with her lacy bra. “Ivory tipped with rosebuds. An irresistible combination.”

  His fingers cupped the small mounds of her breasts, his thumbs teasing the nipples to tiny points of aching pleasure. She sucked in a startled gasp, her back arching as if to beg for more.

  Muttering a low, rough curse, he lowered his head and licked the tip of her breast.

  Angela jerked in astonishment, her hands lifting to plunge into the short strands of his hair.

  “Dear . . . Lord.”

  His own hands slid down the curve of her waist, tugging her against his rigid muscles at the same time he sucked her nipple between his lips.

  She groaned, as he caught the tip between his teeth. It felt so good. Blissfully, wondrously good.

  “I want you,” he whispered, kissing a path to her other breast to torment it with the same dizzying skill.

  “I want you too,” she husked.

  And she did.

  What had his word been?

  Desperately. Yes, that was it.

  She wanted him desperately.

  This was chemistry at its most basic form.

  He made a low sound deep in his throat, planting impatient kisses up the line of her collarbone until he buried his face in the curve of her neck.

  “But—”

  “No,” she snapped.

  He pulled back with a frown. “No?”

  Dammit. She’d spent six weeks tormenting herself with the fear that this man who filled her every fantasy could never desire her.

  Now that she was in his arm, hovering on the edge of paradise, she didn’t want it snatched away.

  Just once she wanted to say the hell with logic and common sense and give in to temptation.

  “Don’t give me a reason why we can’t do this,” she muttered. His hooded gaze skimmed down to her nipples that remained hardened with desire before returning to meet her frustrated gaze.

  “It’s more a warning.”

  “A warning? Oh.” She wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, I’m not stupid. I know the routine. This is just sex. It means nothing.”

  “No.” The blue eyes flared with a stunning emotion. “It means everything.”

  If Niko hadn’t been battling his caveman urge to strip Angela of her remaining clothes and take her against the fridge, he would have smiled at her baffled expression.

  Hell, he didn’t blame her for looking at him like he was out of his mind.

  Until he’d encountered this woman he would have bet his left nut he would never utter those words.

  “What did you say?”

  “You heard me.” He gently brushed a stray curl from her flushed cheek. “For me this isn’t just sex.”

  “You don’t have to pretend, Niko.” Sh
e unconsciously licked her lips, her expression troubled. “In fact, I would prefer that you didn’t.”

  With a low growl he was scooping her off her feet and heading out of the kitchen.

  He didn’t know if it was the lip-licking or her refusal to believe that he was sincere that tipped him over the edge, but he knew that one way or another he was going to convince her that this was no longer a matter of duty or revenge or mere lust.

  Crossing the living room he carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom loft.

  It was a spacious room with an open beamed ceiling and hand-carved furniture scattered across the polished wood floor. At the far end of the room were glass sliding doors that led to a back balcony that offered a view of the pool as the sun slid beyond the horizon.

  A beautiful sight, but not nearly as beautiful as the woman in his arms.

  Niko moved to gently place Angela on the large brass bed. Then, standing at the edge of the mattress, he simply relished the sight of her stretched across the emerald green comforter.

  Man. How many nights had he tortured himself with this precise image?

  The dark hair spread in wild abandon. The pale face flushed with need and the midnight eyes smoldering with invitation.

  Only this was far better than any fantasy.

  A fiercely possessive emotion clutched at his heart as his gaze slid down the delicate curve of her neck and over the soft swell of her naked breasts.

  It was raw and primal and shockingly perfect.

  With jerky movements that would have made his fellow Sentinels snicker, Niko kicked off his shoes before removing the rest of his clothes. He was acutely aware of Angela’s covert survey of his nude body, her breath catching as she caught sight of his fully erect cock.

  For once his vanity didn’t assume she was impressed by his lean muscles or his wide chest sprinkled with dark hair. Or even the imposing size of his erection.

  For all of Angela Locke’s impressive intelligence and independent nature, she was still remarkably innocent. Combine that with her mysterious conviction she was somehow undesirable and it was bound to make her skittish.

  Moving slow enough it didn’t seem like he was pouncing (pouncing could come next time . . . and there would be a next time) Niko stretched out on the mattress beside her so that they were lying face to face. His only touch was the finger he used to trace the line of her jaw.

  “No more pretense,” he murmured. “The truth. Once I take you I’m never letting you go.”

  She shivered, her body shifting to press against him even as her eyes held a suspicion she couldn’t entirely disguise.

  “If this is a ploy to get me in Valhalla . . .”

  “I’ve already given my word I won’t force you to go to the compound,” he said, his voice thick as his cock jerked in reaction to the brush of her hip.

  “Isn’t that where you live?”

  “For now, but Sentinels aren’t vulnerable like many of the high-bloods, so we have the choice of living among norms,” he assured her, not bothering to mention that she’d eventually have to spend time at Valhalla. The Mave would want to be certain her growing powers couldn’t hurt her or those around her. Yeah, that was a conversation he didn’t mind putting off. Indefinitely. “Once Dylan has been captured we can go wherever you want.”

  “I—”

  He smiled wryly as her words disappeared and she stared at him with silent wonder.

  “Too much, too soon?” he teased.

  With a choked groan she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Kiss me.”

  He did.

  White-hot pleasure seared through Angela as he kissed with a clear intent.

  This time there was no teasing, no slow buildup, no tender nibbles.

  This was unapologetic hunger that threatened to consume her.

  And exactly what she needed.

  She didn’t want to think of the past, and the future was something to worry about . . . later.

  She wanted to become lost in this moment.

  As if sensing her need, Niko’s kiss became even more demanding, his tongue dipping into her mouth with an intimate sweep. In concert, his hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing over the tight peak.

  Angela squirmed against him as the electric sensations jolted through her.

  “Niko.”

  He pulled back, studying with a hint of concern.

  “Am I frightening you?” he whispered.

  Her heart squeezed with a dangerous emotion. God, he was so beautiful. A sexy, lethally beautiful male who had enchanted her the minute he’d strolled into her lab.

  But it was his instinctive urge to care and protect her that threatened to destroy the barriers she’d built around her heart.

  No one had ever, ever treated her as if she . . . mattered.

  As if she was the most important thing in his life.

  The knowledge was more erotic than any amount of hard muscles and male beauty.

  His brows drew together. “Angel?”

  In answer, she plunged her fingers into the heavy thickness of his hair.

  “I have wanted you from the moment I saw you in the doorway of my lab,” she confessed in soft tones. “I didn’t know what hit me.”

  His soft chuckle brushed over her cheeks, his eyes darkened to indigo.

  “Trust me, the feeling was entirely mutual.” Holding her gaze he slid his hand down the flat plane of her stomach until he could unfasten her jeans. “I tried to convince myself that you were just a part of the job, but I knew from the beginning I was lying to myself.”

  Her body felt as if it was on fire as he expertly rid her of her remaining clothes. Then, still holding her gaze, he slid slowly downward. The rub of skin against skin made her shiver with excitement.

  His lips touched the base of her throat before moving to her collarbone, tracing the delicate line with the tip of his tongue. Only when she was clutching at his broad shoulders did he allow the teasing kisses to travel down the curve of her breast.

  “You’re so warm,” she whispered.

  “All Sentinels run hot.” He shifted just enough to capture the tip of her nipple between his lips.

  “Oh.”

  She nearly came off the bed at the avalanche of sensations rushing through her body.

  He was good at this.

  Really, really good.

  While his tongue and even his teeth pleasured her nipple, his hand slid down the curve of her hip. Angela squeezed her eyes shut, allowing herself the pleasure of exploring the broad width of his back, relishing the feel of silken skin over hard muscle.

  She was growing lost in the surge of building sensations when his fingers encircled the back of her thigh and tugged her leg over his hip.

  Her eyes widened as she felt the hard thrust of his arousal press against her most sensitive spot. She’d expected him to roll her onto her back, not to remain on their sides.

  “Like this?”

  He smiled at her hint of surprise. “We can do it anyway you want, but I’ve wanted you for a very long time. This seems . . . safer.”

  “Safer?”

  “If you haven’t noticed, I’m several sizes larger than you.”

  Her own lips twitched. “Yeah, I’d noticed.”

  His smile faded as he studied her with an oddly somber expression even as his fingers drifted up and down the back of her thigh, the light touch sending shocks of excitement through her.

  “I’m also a Sentinel, which means my strength can be hazardous if I’m not careful.”

  She held his gaze. “I trust you.”

  His eyes briefly closed, as if her soft words had touched something deep inside him. Then, lifting the indecently long lashes, he met her gaze with a stark need that pierced straight to her heart.

  “I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you, angel,” he said, his voice husky. “I can’t be entirely certain of my control.”

  That newly discovered thrill of power flared through her. She didn’t know how
she’d ever managed to capture the interest of this astonishing, sexy, compelling man. But for once she wasn’t going to allow her self-doubts to ruin the moment.

  Angela leaned forward, nuzzling the corner of his sensuous lips.

  “I’m certain.” She kissed a path along his knotted jaw and then the strong column of his neck, addicted to his intoxicating taste. “You would never hurt me. Not intentionally.”

  He sucked in a deep breath.

  “No, I would never intentionally hurt you.”

  She slowly kissed a path back to his lips, her hips rubbing against him in blatant invitation.

  “No more talking.”

  Framing her face in his hands, he claimed her lips in a kiss that she felt to the tips of her toes. Oh . . . yes. She shivered with pleasure, her mouth parting to allow his tongue to tangle with hers.

  Drowning in the heat of his devouring kiss, she stroked her hands over the hair-roughened skin of his chest. A delicious excitement curled in the pit of her stomach as he tugged her leg higher on his hip, the tip of his cock sliding through her damp clit.

  She hissed in pleasure, her nails digging into his chest.

  Easily sensing the growing urgency of her desire, Niko pulled back, his face strained as he struggled to maintain control of his spiraling desire.

  “Angel, I can’t wait,” he rasped. “I need to be inside you.”

  His rough voice sent a flare of aching desire through her.

  “Yes,” she breathed, shuddering as his fingers drifted over the curve of her hip.

  With infinite care he explored the tender skin of her lower stomach before heading ever lower.

  Angela muttered her approval as he covered her lips in a hungry kiss, but even distracted she gave a strangled groan when his seeking fingers stroked through her damp heat.

  “God, you feel good,” he muttered. “Are you ready for me?”

  Ready?

  Hell, she’d been ready for weeks.

  Another stroke or two of those clever fingers and she’d be reaching paradise alone.

  “Please, Niko,” she muttered. “Now.”

  His low hiss filled the air, his erection pressing eagerly against her damp heat.

  “Next time,” he muttered.

  She blinked in confusion. “What?”

  He gazed deep into her eyes, a thin layer of sweat coating his face.