Out of Bounds (9 page)

He lifted his head, the flicker of the candles turning his skin a deep ruby. “To be truthful, I was worried I’d go track you down.”

There was a savage glint in his eyes that made her shiver. He rubbed the back of her neck with a soothing motion. “Is that stepping over the line?”

“You step over the line just because it’s there.”

His lips curled and split to flash his teeth. But he pushed back, leaving the bed and making her feel abandoned.

She shook her head. Desperation was building inside her, the need threatening to suffocate her. She rolled over and reached for what she wanted, pressing her hand against the front of his pants. The feel of his rock-hard cock registered, gaining a hum of approval from every inch of her body before he stepped back, depriving her of what she craved.

“Hey…” She had to scoot to the edge of the monster-sized bed to chase him. “I thought you wanted me to put my hands on you.”

“I’m more fascinated by the idea of you enjoying hearing me say I would have chased you.”

She hesitated, suddenly undecided about just how close an encounter she wanted with his savage side. But she never really got past the look in his eyes. A crazy twist of excitement went through her as she hissed at him.

The sound broke through the last of his restraint. She worried her lower lip as she looked at him, undecided about just how close an encounter she wanted with his primal side, but all thinking stopped as she watched his lips curl with primitive pleasure. He lifted the loosened necktie over his head and lunged after her.

She squealed and rolled over in an attempt to flee. The bed bounced but her knees sank into the surface of it, slowing her down too much to evade him. He looped the tie around her wrist and captured her other one before she finished trying to propel herself out of his reach.

He pulled her arms above her head and knotted the tie around one of the pieces of the wrought-iron headboard.

He grabbed her top and pushed it over her head, above her elbows to bare her torso. The night breeze blew across her skin, making her shudder at the sharp contrast.

“I cursed myself for not getting a taste of your tits.”

He brushed her belly, stroking upward until he cupped her breasts through her bra. The fabric was a cruel barrier, but at least she wasn’t the only one who thought so. He slid his hands beneath her body and she arched up to give him room to unhook the garment. With her hands bound, he shoved it up to join her top.

“Pink nipples.” He leaned down and sucked one between his lips.

Her skirt lasted a whole thirty seconds before he had it stripped off her body.

He hovered over her cleft, his breath teasing her wet slit. “I would’ve been willing to swear I smelled your cunt in my dreams…” He drew in a deep breath and held it. “But this is a hundred times better… more intense.”

He opened his eyes and looked up her body. “You unleash something primitive in me.”

She licked a suddenly dry lower lip. “The first time I saw you, I thought you should be wearing a headband, like your ancestors.”

No matter how much she wanted him, she still twisted against the tie securing her to the headboard. His gaze shifted to her movements, satisfaction appearing on his face. He shrugged out of his shirt before stripping out of his slacks and tossing them aside. For just a moment, he stood there, completely bare and mouthwateringly amazing.

“As much as I want to fuck you, I want to make you come while I watch.” He crawled back onto the bed and settled on his haunches, giving her a look at his cock. Her pussy craved it, need making her pull on her restraints again. His cock was… a superior package. The need to touch it overruled any notion of letting him control the moment.

“You’re being a selfish pig,” she accused when the silk held.

He surprised her by nodding. “I know.”

There wasn’t a hint of remorse in his tone. He flattened his hand on her belly and stroked his way downward, over the curves of her hips and along her thighs.

“But it’s consuming me…” He reached back up and began again, this time stroking her belly and the insides of her thighs. “And you encourage me to be myself.” His eyes glittered with warning. “I’m a controlling bastard.”

“I’ll bet,” she whispered in a husky tone, a hint of uncertainty surfacing to puncture the moment.

He fingered her slit, his fingertip slipping easily between the folds of her sex because she was so aroused. She jerked when he connected with her clit, pressing down on top of the little nub with enough pressure to make her squirm. There was just no way to remain still. She needed release and her hips rose and swiveled with the urge to climax. Whatever reservations she had vaporized. It was no longer about choice. She was a slave to her needs; an addict.

“The need to control has never invaded my bedroom so completely.” He watched her as he continued to finger her. “I want to know exactly how to make you groan, Sabra.”

He pressed down harder, and she jerked as pleasure spiked through her. The orgasm was hard and tore through her at light speed. She bowed upward, off the surface of the bed while it wrung her, and then collapsed back down.

But opening her eyes seemed too hard. With the raging need appeased for the moment, her cheeks turned pink as she realized how much she was enjoying being dominated. It conflicted with her modern thinking to the point that she didn’t want to lock gazes with Tarak.

He reached above her head and loosened her bindings. Confused, she rolled over, putting off the moment when she’d have to look at him. She felt completely exposed and vulnerable while he maintained his rock-hard exterior. He was making her into his toy, the physical pleasure surprising her with its intensity.

She’d known it would be—dreamed it, fantasized about it.

A soft crinkle drew her attention, the sound unmistakable. She turned over and watched him sheathe his huge cock with a condom in one smooth motion. Her pussy wanted a taste of his cock, but she needed something else too. She rose onto her knees, watching his gaze going to her nude breasts.

“It’s my turn now.”

Sabra pushed him back, crawling up to cover his body. Resistance gathered in his eyes but it died as she swung one thigh over his lean waist and settled her body over his cock.

“My turn to wring you out, Tarak.”

He bared his teeth at her. “Give it your best shot.”

The challenge was made, and she pressed down, gasping as his girth stretched her. But the first climax had left her slick, and her body stretched to accommodate him. It wasn’t easy. His cock filled her completely, her pussy tingling as it stretched.

He cupped her hips, holding her in place for a long moment. “Easy.”

She’d closed her eyes but opened them wide in response. “Like hell. I’m going to fuck you hard.”

It was the coarsest thing she’d ever said, the words blunt but completely fitting her mood. She wasn’t cussing; she was declaring her intent, using the words correctly for the first time in her life.

“You can try.” He growled and reached for her nipples. He pinched them gently, sending her up off his cock.

“I’ll succeed.” She plunged down and adopted a pace that pleased the raging need threatening to consume her. He lost the battle to toy with her nipples and gripped her hips again, trying to control the pace.

“I’m fucking you, Tarak.” She reached for one hand and tried to peel his fingers off her hip. His face was strained, the muscles along his neck cording as she maintained her pace. Another orgasm was already building inside her, but she resisted the urge to lean forward so her clit would gain more pressure.

She wanted to unmask him first.

He denied her that victory. With a snarl he surged up, clasping her around the waist before turning over. She yelled at him, hissing as he pinned her down.

“Asshole,” she spat at him.

“Bitch,” he countered as he thrust hard and deep into her.

Pleasure spiked through her. Her pussy clenched around his length, trying to milk him. He ground his hips against hers and then pounded the next few thrusts into her. It was dominating but touched some need buried beneath the carefully laid out plans she had for her life. She wanted him, wanted him to demand her. It made no sense, but it felt better than any sex she’d had in her life. It was wild, uncontrolled. When the climax burst, she moaned, the sound low and primitive. She arched, lifting her hips toward his next plunge. Her body contracted around his length and he snarled something as she felt him begin to climax. His cock was rock hard inside her, but she felt it jerking as he ejaculated.

A moment later, he collapsed on top of her, catching his weight on his elbows at the last minute. She felt his hair brushing her beaded nipples. They were puckered tight from the intensity of the orgasm.

“I’m sorry…” He offered before pushing himself back onto his haunches. It didn’t feel as if she could move, so she just lay there. He studied her, a glint of satisfaction entering his black eyes.

“No, I’m not sorry, Sabra.” He pushed back off the bed and tossed the used condom into the trash can. “I wanted to fuck you like that the moment I felt your garter belt strap.”

He walked around the bed and scooped her up. “But I think it’s time for that something more you wanted along with the mind-blowing sex.”

He made his way toward the master bathroom. A giant Jacuzzi tub was bubbling gently in anticipation of their visit. Another huge, open window was set in front of it.

“I don’t keep it very hot,” he warned her.

He sat her on the edge of the tub and she reached in to test the temperature with her fingers. “I can understand that. You run warm.”

“Apache are made by nature to survive.”

He slid into the tub, settling into a portion of it that was shaped like a lounge chair. There was a pop as he stretched his back before he looked back at her. “Come here, Sabra, if you think you can handle the ‘more’ part.”

He offered her his hand, the gesture so formal but also tender. She was reaching for it before she thought about it. Honestly, it felt as if her brain were frozen, at least when it came to any sort of deep thinking. All she wanted was to keep answering her impulses and enjoying the gratification of having them satisfied.

The water was delightful, the bubbles easing the soreness from her muscles. She settled in beside him, but he shifted and slid an arm around her waist. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, stiffening out of a need to protect herself.

He sighed and pulled her all the way into his lap. His legs separated so she was surrounded by him from head to toe. He nuzzled the top of her head, pressing a kiss onto it before settling back.

“The last time I did more with a woman, she sank a dagger into my back and sold my ring at a pawnshop.”

For a long moment, the surf rolled and crashed in the distance. Sabra felt as though her emotions were mimicking their motions. Words failed her, shock holding her silent. “What a bitch,” she choked out at last.

“About the same as a man who would send you a Dear Jane text message to tell you he’s been cheating.”

She stiffened but his arms held her in place. “You’re a control freak, you know that?”

His chest vibrated with his amusement. “I like to know what is happening with the money I earned. I wasn’t bragging when I said I was Nektosha. It’s my child, the one I molded and breathed life into. When you pay for something, don’t you expect to be able to check the details?”

“You’ve got a point.” However, it drove home how different their lives were.

“But you’re still not sure you like it?” he pressed.

Sabra drew in a deep breath. “I’m not missing the fact that you decided to match what you knew about me with your own personal information. You didn’t have to tell me about your past.”

He was trying, only she wasn’t exactly sure of just where it was all going. He felt so good against her bare skin, part of her rebelled against thinking at all.

So she turned around and pressed a kiss against his throat. He drew in a sharp breath as she straddled him and kissed a spot beneath his jaw.

“Does this mean we’re done talking?”

She sealed his lips beneath a kiss in reply. He let her lead for a moment, and she took full advantage of the opportunity. She licked his lower lip, noting the contrast between the smooth skin and the rest of his hard body.

Well, there were other smooth parts of him too.

She reached down and stroked his cock. The water made it slick, but the skin was also smooth as silk, covering a rock-hard erection that set off a renewed throbbing in her clit.

His eyes narrowed as she smoothed her hand along his length. Enjoyment tightened his features.

“It’s disgusting how much you turn me on, Sabra.”

“What a lovely compliment.” She reached for the base again and stroked up to the crown. “It nice to know though, nice to know I’m not the only one being driven insane by this… whatever it is between us.”

“Ah…” he drawled out between clenched teeth. “You’ve returned the compliment. I’m a… whatever.”

She choked on a laugh. “Yeah, I guess I’m guilty as charged.”

But she was also enjoying the moment. The need to best him was still swimming around in her head. It was an uncompleted challenge, one she wasn’t in the mood to let slip away.

“On more than one account, I want to make you lose control.” She curled her fingers into talons and drew them down his chest. “You won’t find it so easy to flip me on my back here.”

Something primitive flashed in his eyes. It complemented the flicker of candlelight and the crash of the surf. The breeze blowing in the open window was chilly but that made clinging to him even more enticing. She didn’t want anything but his bare skin to warm her. He caught her hips, easing her back until she felt his cock pressing against the folds of her slit.

“Shit,” he bit out, his hands tightening on her hips. “I’m not wearing a condom.”

“It isn’t necessary.”

“Birth control pills have a failure rate.” His jaw was clenched as he fought the urge to let her sheathe him. “It makes me crazy to feel your bare skin against mine, every fucking inch of it—but not at a risk.”