Give Me All Of You (6 page)

That’s
it! She wouldn’t sit back and wait for him to decide to release her.

Arms and legs jerked and flailed wildly, her movement
s crazy and uncoordinated.

His chest moved up and down rapidly and a blinding fury hit her as she reali
zed that he was laughing at her.

“Put me down you bastard,” she’d never raised a hand in her life but she slapped his face
. Prickly whiskers and a lean cheek absorbed the blow. She winced as the sharp ends of his stubble dug into her palm.

Horrified by her outburst of violence s
he stopped and stared wild-eyed at him.

His dark eyes had g
one black, his mouth was a flat, thin line. “I think I’ll take my revenge in this.” His head lunged forward.

He crushed her mouth with the force of
the kiss.

Tears
of mortification sprang to her eyes.

He was hurting her. She’d not been kiss
ed that often but she shuddered underneath the unmitigated barbarity as his lips ground against hers leaving a path of smarting flesh in its wake.

She jerked under the pressure of his lips as
it went on and on. She pushed against his chest, plucked her mouth away. Sucked in heavy, ragged breaths but there wasn’t enough time to even turn her head before Hunter seized her lips again.

He was merciless. Puni
shing her for daring to hit him. For finding him alone with another woman.

She moaned into his mouth
, returned his force with the pain and confusion which writhed inside her. Then without warning it began to change. Everything inside her slowly started to break apart from the feel of his mouth, the hot hardness that was as unrelenting as him.

She shivered …
absorbed it, letting his mouth, the taste and feel of it coax her down into surrender.

Hunter felt the tension drain out of Mina’s muscles.

It
brought a rush of tenderness into his veins. He softened the kiss and relaxed his lips from being instruments of punishment to ones of pleasure.

He shivered as she drank the change from him,
tension left her limbs and she began to whimper.

He sighed with pleasure into her mouth. He shouldn’t have tried to punis
h her rash words with a kiss.

But he had to admit it was one of the most pleasurable ave
nues for stopping her from raging.

He nipped
deeply into the soft feast of her juicy bottom lip, her whimpers became louder, a little more broken. Desperate.

He growled, closed down that part of hi
s brain that demanded more.

He knew everything there was to know about Mina. Even the first boy she’d kissed.

He laced his hands around her tiny waist.

Mina scrapped to the bottom of his core and consistently brought out the dominant, primeval male in him.

He wanted to claim her, punish her or make love to her until she was too weak to stand or fight back. Only work had ever come close to the high he got from tangling horns with her.

He was scared
to death that he couldn’t be sure what kind of emotions she’d pull from him in any given situation.

Like now.

Desiree had been nothing but an innocent diversion. Mina finding them was unfortunate. But he had not stopped her from leaving as a prelude to seduction.

The mandate was to be patient, bide his time, until she got used to him.

He groaned as he felt the small tip of her tongue reach out and snatched a taste of his own. He opened and sent a bolder thrust hard against her teeth. She retreated, skittish as ever.

He drew
a hairsbreadth away, his breath rattling in his throat, “Must I beg you for one real kiss?” he grated out.

She made a frustrated, gurgling sound.

He opened his eyes and found that hers were closed so tightly her thick, long lashes stood up like spikes from her lids. He bent and brushed a feather-light kiss across them.

She gasped, her lips parted
and he waited.

Waited to make sure that this wasn’t
another thoughtless action. That she really wanted him inside her.

Her lips stayed tantalizingly parted,
then her lids fluttered apart.

A pool of desire
opened for him in the tawny depths of her hazel eyes. A harsh groan ripped from his throat. He snapped forward and captured her lips, then plunged immediately downward and caught her tongue.

He shuddered an
d staggered back, thankful the thick trunk was there to catch him.

He feasted on
her like a man long deprived of sustenance.

And he was
. There had been nobody since he’d decided he wanted Mina to be his wife. He was blown away by the reward she offered.

Her
taste was incredible, wine, warmth and a softness that made him want to tear off her clothes and take her without any morally restraining standards.

She was mo
aning, whimpering and her fingers were digging like talons into his shoulders.

Sh
e shifted, his breath caught in his throat as his body went rigid from the careless brush of her legs against his swollen shaft. He tried to absorb it but couldn’t.

It happened without thought.

The sleeves of her dress gave way to his yank. A cream silk bra, which barely covered her dark cherry nipples, popped into view.

She squeaked, rustle
d weakly against him. He ignored her, hauled both bra and dress down to her hips.

She swayed from the force, started strikin
g at his face, her blows were soft and frightened, but his gaze zeroed in on her body which was telling him a different story. The creamy skin around her beautifully full breasts, which would fill his palms leaving just enough over to drive him wild, pebbled as though hit by a sudden cold draft. Her nipples hardened into perky rosettes before his eyes, a potent and aromatic testament of her arousal which no blows could deny.

He grin
ned, snatched a tight nipple into his mouth.

She sc
reamed, and for a moment there was fear that they would be discovered but only for a moment. It was wiped away in the glide of his tongue over her nipple, he sucked it deeper into the roof his mouth, and she collapsed against him, hands latched around his head pinning his mouth to her.

Not that he needed further encouragement.

He suckled ravenously, scaling, rolling the turgid nipple into the depths of his mouth. She was delicious, hot flesh and amazing skin. He switched and she cried out at the mere escape of milliseconds which it took him to go from one nipple to the next. Her legs rustled again, caressing him, her back arched.

Oh my, but she was hot. Sexy, tasty. He sucked her deep into his throat, caressed the
underside of her silky breasts with his hard thumbs. She started shivering uncontrollably, her cries went underground, deep into her throat. It felt as if they were both going under and he couldn’t stop himself.

He just had to have more. And then her legs pinned aga
inst his started to part, to wrap around him. He came crashing back down to earth.

He had to stop.

The thought caused a sharp physical pain to clench his gut. He couldn’t do this to her, to Hermile, taking her against a tree at her own party where anyone could come across them.

But he had to have one more taste. He released her nipple, ignored her
hoarse cry of distress.

He
tilted his head back, her eyes were still closed, her face flushed and bright. He clasped her face in his palms, and she opened her eyes just as he descended. Swift, hungry stabbings of his tongue into the bruised softness of her mouth nearly threw him back under, body shuddering he summoned the strength to pull away back from her.

He released her
, and she went sliding back down his body, bumping one last time over the wedge in his pants. He sucked in a sharp, delicious breath and remained still.

S
he collapsed against him head bowed, he buried his nose into her soft curls, listened to her breath rasp in her throat, until it began to grow in volume. It dawned on him that she was … crying.

The so
und jarred him. Had he embarrassed her, hurt her?

Desperate, h
e tipped her chin up, her hazel eyes were brimming with hot tears which slid unremittingly down her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips were pinched together.

Bitter r
egret oozed from her narrowed lids, dousing the last remnants of his desire.

She shuddered violently and
he released her. She stumbled, righted her clothing.

She refused to meet his gaze. “I … I
hate you Hunter Roades,” her voice was toneless, then her eyes met his, and there was no further mistaking that her sentiment was true. “I hate you,” she snarled, her voice guttural with feeling.

Hunter gritted his teeth.
He’d had enough of her vile, little tongue.

He pushed away
from the tree, towered over her. “Hate me or not you’ll find that one way or another you’ll be my wife. Until then I hope your hate’s enough to warm your frozen, little heart.”

Without giving her a chance to move he grasped
her hand and she’d learned her lesson from earlier because she didn’t fight him.

She tossed him a look that could’ve peeled the skin from his bones.

He smiled bleakly down into her incensed face, and with more effort kept his gaze away from her swollen mouth. “Let’s rejoin your guests, shall we?”

Mina floated in the warm, rolling waters and looked back at the glistening shoreline, several yards away.

She’d bypassed her lunch and had gone swimming. She’d been at it for
almost an hour and still she couldn’t let go of the seething anger and confusion which coiled inside her.

Hunter had made her look like a fool yesterday.
And she’d let him. He’d practically announced that they were together. Dragging her like a disobedient child back to her own picnic!

A multitude of overtly curious eyes had followed them. Hermile had appeared from nowhere, his grin wide enough to split his face.

All the laps in the world weren’t going to change the debacle that yesterday had turned into.

Letting out a
frustrated sound she headed back to the shore.

Drying
off on the deserted beach, she eyed the shoreline which ran out of sight in both directions.

Jacobe Aisle was not far away.

She frowned. The end of the picnic had not brought a conclusion to her misery.

Hunter had followed her into the kitc
hen and taken another kiss. This one had been swift and possessive, his tongue had stabbed into her mouth in breathless greed as they’d clung together in front of the pantry. She’d whimpered and remained boneless, caught between the wood and Hunter, the wood had been much more forgiving.

Now she
groaned and buried her face into the moistened towel. She hadn’t been able to summon the will to stop him.

She cinched her arms
around her legs, and fresh, disturbing images began to assault her. Being wrapped around Hunter’s lean, hard waist. His mouth sealed to hers, his body relentlessly pinning hers into the bed. She was certain that he would take more than she wanted to give if they ever became intimate. He wouldn’t stop halfway as her other would-be boyfriends had done, culled by her determination and her father’s power.

She wouldn’t be able to control him.
His big, muscled body and those cold, dark eyes didn’t emit one shred of hesitation.

She shivered and attempted to push the
racy images away, but she failed. Closing her eyes they came alive. She could almost imagine hearing Hunter’s harsh groans, ragged and deep, they went on and on as he drove her higher, raced into her body.

Discomfited
, she snapped her eyes open, they stared wide seeing nothing. Her breath was coming in broken spurts but much worse was the buried pounding between her legs.

What would it be like to let Hunter have her?

Would it be simply sex, primal and without thought beyond immediate satiation? Or would it evolve into lovemaking which the strumming of her blood told her that she could both lose and find herself in?

She squ
eezed her legs tightly together, the ache retreated deeper but didn’t go away. She couldn’t stop a shiver of sweet pleasure which came from the friction. She rocked under the sensation and now she was beginning to yearn for it.