“As long as it didn’t come back on him,” Drake said dryly, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Walter wanted the aquarium gone, he wanted the sell, wanted the money. She let him in the back door that night. She claims he had told her he just planned to scare Paul, that she didn’t know he had gotten the knife out of Robert’s locker. Whether that’s really true or not is still in the air. Either way, those were Walter’s boots you heard on the steel steps out that back door Friday night.”
“And, when I changed Marie’s mind about selling the place yesterday, he went after her last night,” Drake concluded.
Megan nodded. “Robert had given Debbie a key to his apartment. She went there last night, got the gun out of the cabinet, and took it to Walter.”
“Knowing Robert would be blamed for Marie’s death, too. Damn, I wouldn’t have pegged her to be so devious.”
“She’s naive as hell. That’s for sure. By that time, I don’t think she cared if Robert went down for it all or not.”
“She hands over Robert’s gun to Samuel, knowing full well what the man planned to do, then calls you with a story that’s naturally going put you back on Robert’s heels.”
“I said she was naive. I didn’t say she was stupid.” Megan leaned against the counter, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back. “It’s finally over. God, this has been the worst vacation on record.”
She felt more than heard Drake move, felt the heat of his body as he neared her, felt the corded muscles of his arms as he snaked them around her.
“It hasn’t been all bad, has it?”
She lifted her head, met his gaze, and felt all her exhaustion slip away. “I can think of several moments that have built lasting memories.”
He lifted a brow. “Good ones?”
She smiled, set her coffee cup aside, and wound her arms around his neck. “Incredible ones.”
He dipped his head and kissed her. Like every other time she had kissed this man, he took immediate control, driving his tongue into her mouth before she could think to part her lips. But that was where his roughness ended. He leisurely explored her mouth, running his tongue along her teeth, licking her pallet, drawing back to nip her bottom lip before easing his tongue inside again. He kissed her softly, slowly, making love to her mouth in a way that sent the tenderness exploding in a riot of passionate colors through her body. Rough or gentle, apparently with him it didn’t matter. The kiss had the same effect on her body that all the others had, sending her straight on a sailing ship to do-me island.
“Make love to me,” she said against his lips. “I don’t know where this sudden burst of energy is coming from, and I’ll probably pass out on you again when it’s over, but I want you right now. I want to feel you inside me.”
He pulled back, gazing down at her with a mixture of hope, heat, and something she couldn’t define swirling in his eyes. “Is that what we’re calling it now? You never answered me back at the house last night.”
Megan’s heart tripped, trepidation collided with the arousal in her veins. She couldn’t see a way out of this. She could lie, but what would be the right answer to keep him from leaving?
“What are you feeling, Megan? What is it you really want?”
She licked her lips, swallowed, and asked, “If I tell you the truth, are you going to leave?”
“I’m not leaving until I have you again, no matter how you answer me.”
“Is that what you want to call it?” She turned the question around on him.
“I’ll call it whatever you want as long as you stay with me. I want you, Megan.” He slipped a hand between them and flattened his palm between her breasts, over her heart. “Every part of you including this one. But if sex is all you want, I’ll take that over nothing at all.”
“You already have that part. You already have me, all of me.”
Drake kissed her, this time mixing the passion of before with the control she had come to expect as he scooped her into his arms. He continued kissing her as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom, laid her in the center of her bed, and stretched his long body on top of hers.
Skin, she wanted skin now, wanted to feel his heated flesh against her. She groped at his T-shirt, bunched it in his hands, and pulled it up. He broke the kiss long enough for her to pull it over his head, then resumed his delicious exploration of her mouth.
Megan flattened her hands on his back, loving the way his muscles flexed beneath her touch, wanting to feel more of him, needing to be consumed by him. She pushed her hands between their bodies, found the button and zipper of his shorts, and struggled to release them. He let her work at it for a moment before he rolled off of her, shucked his shorts and briefs down his powerful legs, kicked off his shoes, and threw everything to the floor.
Then his hands were on her, ripping the towel from her body to caress the flesh he had revealed. He cupped her breasts, fondled them, rolled her still-sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and her back arched off the bed.
“I love to see you writhing for me this way.” He dipped his head, painted a trail from her abdomen to her belly with the tip of his tongue, and scooted down as he spread her legs wide. “I want to make you do it some more. I want to taste you.”
He covered her pussy with his mouth, flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit, and her hips bucked as a lightning bolt of sheer torment shot straight to her head. He nipped her pussy lips, sucked each one in turn between his lips, and drew on them until she was panting, her head thrashing on the pillow. He drove his tongue inside her cunt, reaching parts of her core she hadn’t known existed as he licked her channel, holding her hips down firmly with his hands, controlling the movement of her lower body.
“Drake. Oh, God.” She fisted a hand in his hair, her other groping for something to hold onto and finding only the sheet beneath her. He feasted on her, fucking her with his tongue, reaching to give her clit a pressured massage at the same time, and the orgasm tore through her. She came in a rush of screams and convulsions that turned even more violent when he dipped his head lower and thrust his tongue into her anus.
Pain and pleasure zipped through her even as her body went slack from the force of her orgasm. Breathless, utterly spent, she lay there, watching him as he lifted his head and slowly climbed up her body.
“The next time I do that, it’s getting videotaped. I can’t watch you the way I want to when I’m busy eating. You taste amazing, sweet and hot. That quick sample of your ass was nice, too. I want that, Megan. I want to make love to you there.”
Her anus puckered at the thought. She had enjoyed the butt plug, still felt slightly sore and stretched from the object being lodged inside her. His cock was much larger, though. Could she take it?
I don’t know, but I damn sure want to try.
“I belong to you, remember?”
“Are you telling me you enjoyed having your ass filled by the plug last night, that you’re ready to feel my cock there instead? You should know once I do, I’m going to want to do it to you again and again.”
Megan laughed. She couldn’t help herself. “It scares me,” she admitted. “Your cock is a lot bigger than that plug was but, yes, I want to feel you inside me there. I want you to make love to me there.”
“Do you have any lube?”
She turned her head toward the nightstand. “In the drawer.”
He rolled off of her, pulled the lube from the drawer, and sat back on his heels. “Turn over. Get on your hands and knees. It’ll be easier that way the first time.”
Megan positioned herself on her hands and knees as he had told her, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. She wanted this, but she had been telling him the truth when she said it scared her. Still, somehow that trickle of fear seemed to heighten her desire.
The mattress shifted as he settled behind her, one palm flattening on her ass to glide over her flesh. “How have you felt since I took the plug out last night?”
“Empty.”
She gave him the most honest answer that came to her mind. She hadn’t known if she would like it or not, hadn’t expected the dark-laced pleasure that had come from having the object inside her virgin entrance. She certainly hadn’t expected to feel unfulfilled after that pressure had been taken from her, to want it back again so quickly, to want more than the toy had offered her.
“I like hearing that.” He parted her ass cheeks as he had last night, slipped a lubed finger between them, and worked the gel slowly into her anus.
Megan sucked in a breath as his wide fingers pushed passed the ring of tight muscles, probing deeper until he had thoroughly lubed the hole.
“Take a deep breath, baby.”
She felt the head of his cock pressing at her anus and took a slow, deep breath that mirrored his action as he slid his cock inside her slow and deep. His shaft was far wider than the plug he had used last night, his length filling her more completely than any toy could have. Heat flamed in her cheeks and her anus, burning a trail through her very soul. Her inner walls stretched and stretched some more, her breath ragged, her mind near delirium by the time he finally pushed past the tight ring of muscle that gave way to hormonal paradise. He stopped, buried inside her ass to the hilt. His hands gripped her hips so firmly she knew they would be marked for days.
“Christ, that feels so fucking good.” He growled, the sound more animalistic than any she had heard him make. He eased his cock back and slid it home again. “Megan, being inside you this way, God, baby, it’s amazing.”
Megan smiled and closed her eyes. Lights exploded in a riot of colors behind her lids as pure, unadulterated satisfaction moved through her. She had never expected it to be this way. It felt too good, absolutely fucking amazing!
He gathered the pillows on the bed and stacked them beneath her lower body. “Let yourself relax on the pillows, baby.”
He folded himself over her back as she forced her muscles to relax. His lips cruised along her shoulders, his tongue painting a fiery path across her flesh that mirrored the one burning inside her. All the while, his cock kept that same snail-paced rhythm.
“Drake, you’re killing me,” she groaned, wanting it harder, faster. Dear, God, she wanted more.
“Does it hurt too bad?”
The concern in his tone touched her. Still, her words came out on a pleading growl when she spoke. “No, not enough. Please.” She thrust her hips back when he drew out, causing him to sink deeply inside her in a rapid push. She heard him suck a breath through his teeth, felt his hold on her hips tighten.
“Damn it, Megan.” He pushed between her body and the pillow holding her up and found her cunt. He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped, rocking back on his cock as the string between pleasure and pain snapped.
“Oh my God,” she groaned, closing her eyes as sensations ran wild through her system. She tried to move again, to push back on his cock, but his grip on her clit tightened like a vise. He rolled her clit, pulling it, working her to the most sensational orgasm she ever experienced with his hand on her pussy and his cock in her ass. Then finally, finally, he moved faster.
Megan lifted her head, her back arching, her body squirming with nowhere to go as he held her immobile and fucked her. He slammed his cock in her ass until the explosive lights gave way to dancing stars and her mind lost a grip on reality. She screamed. She begged. She loved every thrust, every stroke, every moment of her body’s escalation toward this new and most powerful orgasm. She let it rule her. Her inner muscles fisted on his cock, milking him for all he was worth as her juices exploded out of her, flowing to coat his hand and the pillow.
It was madness, a true and complete out-of-body craze. She collapsed, exhausted and spent, mindless and on the verge of doing exactly what she had warned him she might. She fought the lightheadedness, determined not to pass out on him this time.
“Can you move?” Drake kissed her shoulders, her nape, and her cheek, his breath warm and still a bit ragged against her flesh.
“Hmm, I think so.” Megan stretched languidly beneath him. She stayed on her stomach with him on top of her, though the bulk of his weight seemed to be resting on his knees. He eased his cock out of her, letting it hang limply and wet between their bodies.
“Good, because I don’t think I can.” The bed bounced as he fell lifelessly to the mattress beside her.
Megan laughed and turned her head on the pillow to look at him. Sweat slickened the hard muscles of his pecs and abs. His chest rose and fell in breaths that were starting to even out as his body began to relax. His eyes were closed, his expression one of pure contentment. A small smile played on his lips.
“You’re dangerous, Drake Allen. I might have told you that before, but I’ll say it again, just in case you’ve forgotten.”
He rolled onto his side to face her, propped his head on his hand, and skimmed his other hand down her back. “And you’re amazing, Megan Pontius. I might have told you that before, but I’ll say it again, just in case you’ve forgotten.”
“I know one thing I haven’t told you.”
“Oh?” He lifted a brow. “What’s that?”
“I love you.”
His expression softened, his eyes swirling with so much emotion it made her own eyes fill with happy tears. “I love you.” He leaned down and brushed his lips to her temple. When he straightened again, she caught the devilish grin toying with the corner of his lips. “It’s probably another of those bad ideas.”
Megan pushed herself up to her elbows and gaped at him. “What? Loving me?”
“Yeah, a woman like you who thrives with living on the edge”—he tsked and shook his head—“I’m not sure I can keep you entertained.”
“Ha!” Megan flattened a hand on his shoulder, pushed him back, and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. “I promise you you’re all the danger I need.”
His sinful grin spread as he fisted a hand in the back of her hair and tugged her head down. “Trust me, sweetheart, I’ve barely gotten started at showing you how dangerous I can be.”
“Mmm, then show me some more,” Megan purred against his lips a nanosecond before he captured her mouth and delivered his most punishing, most dangerous kiss yet.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tonya Ramagos is a bestselling author of contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and cowboy novels. She spends most of her time in a fictional world dreaming up hot hunks and headstrong heroines. When she’s not writing, she’s reading. Her idea of relaxing is curled on the sofa or on her back deck with a book and her favorite beverage. A single mother of two fantastic boys, she enjoys playing games, throwing darts, dancing, and walking the nature trails around her home in Tennessee.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
About the Author
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