“Troy,” her voice shuddered out. “Oh my God.”

He growled against her navel. “Goddammit, Ruby. I’m not happy that I didn’t get to taste the first orgasm I milked out of you. Do you know what that means?”

“What?”

He dropped his hands to the button of his jeans, flicked it open with ease. The zipper came next. “It means I’m not done. It means you’re about to be even more sorry.” One hand disappeared inside his jeans.

Breath hissing through his teeth, he freed his massive erection. Ruby’s lips parted on a gasp at the sight of him gripping himself in a tight fist. Her body responded immediately, writhing on the bed. Just moments before, she’d felt completely fulfilled, but now she felt a powerful, driving need to take him inside her body.

Her tongue licked out to wet her lips.

She reached down and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties, attempting to draw them down her legs. Before she could make any progress, he stayed her hand with his free one, shaking his head.

“They stay on.”

“You can’t be serious,” she cried. “I want you. I’m begging, okay? Is that what you want?”

He wedged his big body between her thighs, making her gasp when his hardness pressed against her soaked center. “Yes. Beg me to f**k you.”

Ruby’s breath shuddered in and out. She tightened her legs around his waist and bowed her back in an age-old method of temptation. “Fuck me, Troy. Please.”

Troy brought his hard body down on hers, grinding his hips against her. He swooped down to swallow her moan with his mouth, pumping his hips into her at a punishing pace. “What would you do for it?”

“Right now?” She panted. “Anything. Anything.”

“Would you bend over a pool table for it?”

“Yes!”

Troy altered his angle, so each forward push of his hips placed pressure right over her swollen nub, the wet, silky friction once more sailing her toward incredible pleasure.

He leaned down and scraped his teeth along the skin of her flushed neck. “Would you get on your knees for it? Take me into that smart little mouth of yours?”

Another blinding orgasm within reach, she rolled her hips frantically, working her fevered core against his thick erection. “Yes. I would. I would.”

Without breaking his devastating rhythm, he shook his head. “No.”

A frustrated sob broke from her lips. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“What am I doing, baby?” He hooked his arms under her knees and pushed them up and back toward her shoulders, opening her for his continued assault.

“Making you come?” With a final push of his hips, Ruby spiraled into another release, legs and stomach vibrating as it mowed through her. Troy dipped his head to bite the inside of her thigh, unbelievably prolonging her tremors longer than she thought possible. Struggling to find purchase, she sunk her fingers into his hair and pulled him toward her mouth for a long, hot kiss. He returned it hungrily, sucking at her tongue with a growl.

Without breaking their kiss, Troy grabbed her hand and brought it down between their sweat-slicked bodies. He wrapped her fingers around his straining erection as far as they could go and pumped into her fist. “Stroke me. Now, Ruby. Tight and fast. And remember that’s how I like it for next time.”

She didn’t think. Simply obeyed. Her hand worked him how he wanted it, loving the weight of him, his gruff moans against her ear on the pillow. Knowing he’d gotten to that deeply aroused state by looking at her body, touching it, made her desperate to fulfill his needs. The feel of his barely leashed restraint in her hand sent a rush of power through her. She felt consumed with the need to give him the same pleasure he’d given her. He swelled in her hand. His hips bucked into her fist wildly.

“I’m going to come on your panties. And the next time I see them, I’m going to rip them off with my f**king teeth. Is that clear?” Her breathy reply was lost in his groan of completion as he finished in her fist. She could feel the heat of his release on that part of her still shielded by blue silk and closed her eyes to revel in the decadence of it. She’d done that to him.

Driven him to this point. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the fact that he’d maintained his self-control the entire time turned her on even more. This man wasn’t typical, in any sense of the word.

Possibly, he’d been right in waiting to go any further. Because tomorrow, inevitably, she would look back on tonight and regret letting him order her around, arouse her to the point that she’d begged.

But right now, she felt depleted. A foreign sense of contentment that should have alarmed her, but she couldn’t find the strength to battle with. She felt… conquered. If she’d stopped to ponder an hour ago whether or not she’d enjoy being dominated in bed, she would have laughed until her ribs ached. Now? If she had a tiny, white flag in her hand, she would be waving it in the air in surrender.

Troy rose from the bed and walked to his chest of drawers. He pulled a pair of black boxer briefs from the top drawer and handed them to her, watching her warily for some type of reaction to what they had just done, before turning his back. She shimmied out of her underwear and slipped on his, glad for the warmth they provided. After a minute, he climbed into bed and pulled her back against his chest to plant a kiss on her shoulder. Ruby automatically stiffened at the tender gesture.

He laughed under his breath. “Now you’re shy?

What happened to the girl who walked out of my bathroom naked?” When Ruby didn’t answer, Troy sighed. “Sleep now, hustler. You can go back to being your difficult self in the morning. I’ll even let you run your mouth as much as you need to. All day long. But when the time comes where I take you to bed, that’s when I put a stop to it. Can you live with that?”

“I’ll tell you in the morning,” she whispered, grateful for the darkness.

“Fine. Good night, Ruby.”

“’Night.”

Chapter Five

Troy pulled his collar up to block the cold wind as he ducked into the police station, cursing under his breath.

God help anyone who got in his way today. His mood could only be described as black, and it would still be a vast understatement. He’d woken this morning to an empty bed. No sign of Ruby. Not a trace of their crazy-hot night together. No note. Nothing.

As a law-enforcement professional and a light sleeper in general, the fact that she’d managed to sneak out on him, over countless creaky floorboards thanks to the ancientness of his apartment building, irritated the shit out of him. Infinitely more irritating than that, however, was the fact that she’d left at all. He didn’t need her reassurance that they’d set the sheets on fire.

They had. And he’d been more than ready for a repeat performance this morning, without the panties to get in his way. But she’d been long gone, her side of the bed barely slept in.

One worry in particular ate at him, burning a hole in his chest. Had he misread her enjoyment and pushed too far? Been too forceful? His usual need to take control in bed had been compounded by her challenging attitude. Her penchant for putting herself in danger had heightened his need to dictate her actions in the only way he could. With his body.

He hadn’t been able to help himself. Add in her unrestrained response to his touch, the mewling noises coming from her throat, and he’d been lost. It had taken every ounce of his discipline not to shove aside the silk between her legs and sink deep enough to lose himself. Forget his pain and responsibilities. Focusing on only her would have been so easy.




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