Once Bitten, Twice Burned

Because he craved her? Because Wyatt might have drugged him? Her?

“I don’t even care why I’m this way.” His hands finally came up. Curled around her hips. Brought her against the—wow, yeah, that was some serious arousal there. “I just want you. I need you, and to hell with the reason why.”

Okay. Her mouth opened for his. His tongue pushed past her lips even as her fingers sank into his hair. Their bodies brushed, the need spiked higher, and Sabine realized that, right then, she didn’t care why she wanted him so much.

She simply needed him.

His hands went to the snap of her jeans. She heard a pop, then the hiss as her zipper was lowered. His hand pushed inside her jeans. Eased past her underwear. His fingers brushed over her sex.

She stiffened, then tried to widen her stance. Sabine wanted to feel more of him.

“Already wet,” Ryder whispered against her mouth, “and you feel so damn good when you squeeze around me.” His tongue tasted her. “So. Damn. Good.” His fingers thrust inside of her.

She pushed against his hand, wanting a harder touch. Arousal had her blood pumping faster in her veins. Her ni**les were tight points, and she wanted his mouth on them. Wanted the wild rush of pleasure that he gave to her.

He gives the pleasure.

Her hands slid to his shoulders.

The last time they’d been naked, he’d given her so much pleasure that she’d gone a little crazy.

His fingers pushed into her. She gasped into his mouth.

In another few minutes, he’d have worked her to orgasm. Just with the skillful roll and thrust of his fingers. The man knew how to touch.

She knew how to kiss. She’d always been good with her mouth.

Her tongue slid lightly over his. Teasing now, when she wanted to sink into him. Hold back. Give to him. Sabine knew it was time for a fair exchange between them.

Time to blow his mind.

No, maybe it was just time to blow him.

She caught his lower lip between her teeth. Bit lightly. Sucked the small wound.

His hand pushed harder between her legs. Two fingers were in her now. Stretching, thrusting.

She lowered her hand and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, stilling him.

Then she bit his lip again. Because she could. A harder nip.

They both needed the rush of pleasure. Life was hell. The devil was chasing them. Maybe they couldn’t trust anyone else, but they had each other.

“I want you.” She breathed the words and knew the desire she felt had to be reflected in her gaze.

His gaze promised so much pleasure. He tried to pull his hand free.

Sabine shook her head.

He frowned.

Then she pushed his hand away from her. Slowly and ah—she couldn’t quite hold back that little moan of pleasure when his fingers brushed over her clit.

His lips parted.

She swallowed and kept lifting his hand. Then she pressed her hand against the wall, right beside his. “Lift the other one,” she told him.

Raising a brow, he lifted his other hand and pressed it back against the wall.

“Stay just like that,” she told him.

“Why?” Not moving. Obeying, for now.

“Because when you touch me, I lose control, and I need that control.” Her hands went to his jeans. Unsnapped. Lowered the zipper. “For now,” Sabine added.

His teeth had sharpened. He wanted to bite her.

She wanted his bite.

But she wanted to taste him, more.

She lowered his jeans. Ryder kicked them—and his boots—away. His kept his hands up on the wall.

Good.

His c**k pushed toward her, rising from the dark thatch of hair at the top of his powerful thighs. His c**k was long, wide, the head already glistening with moisture. Her hand curled around the thick length, and she stroked him, from root to tip. Slowly. Slowly.

Then . . .

Harder.

Faster.

“Sabine.” His voice was deeper. She liked that. Her head was leaning forward as she caressed him and—

His teeth nipped her throat.

A pulse of pleasure shot straight from the small bite right to her core. She trembled. Her sex clenched. “Not . . . yet.” Her head tilted back. She stared into his face, was stunned by the stark need she saw there. No one had ever looked at her that way before.

Because of some drug? Because of an experiment? No, she wouldn’t let that be the reason. Ryder would want her, Ryder did want her because of the way they made each other feel.

Keeping her eyes on him, Sabine slowly lowered to her knees. She kept her hand wrapped around his cock, and, with their gazes locked, she put her mouth against the head of his arousal.