“I want my cock inside you.”

“No objections here,” I moaned.

Lord nipped my ear. “You take it, you tell me you’re taking all of me. No more walls between us.”

Smart man; negotiate while I was not only floating on an orgasm, but desperate for what he had to offer. Except he didn’t realize he’d already crushed the last of my reservations.

My surrender was immediate and genuine.

“Okay.” I nodded.

“I want the words, sweet thing. All the words.”

“I’m taking all of you.” Lord was strong, but not overpowering. He’d lead, but not force. He was the kind of man I hadn’t even known existed, and one I couldn’t imagine not having.

“Good girl.”

And he was just dominating enough to keep me sassy. I nipped his earlobe. “I’m no girl—I’m all woman.”

“Don’t I know it.” He rolled to his back and pulled me over top of him so I was straddling his lap—and his huge erection. He reached out to the nightstand and grabbed a strip of condoms from the top and tore one off. Ripping it open with his teeth, he shifted me down so he could make quick work of sliding it on. Once he’d finished, he settled me back into place. How could he make such a mundane chore look so sexy? I was so caught up in the watching that his words jerked me back to reality—the best kind of reality.

“You’re gonna ride me. You decide how much, how fast, and how hard, until I decide how we finish.”

Every word made me more determined to take this man on a ride he’d never forget.

“Then let’s do this.”

I slid back and forth on his cock, my own wetness soaking him, before gripping the shaft and fitting the head against my entrance.

“Surprised a guy like you wants to be taken instead of doing the taking,” I said.

“Sweet thing, you took me from day one. Why should this be any different?” he replied.

Warmth flooded me, and I’d never been so full of feelings during sex. It would’ve been unnerving if I weren’t so hung up on the man beneath me. Everything moved quickly from that moment on. I lifted and sank down, taking him, inch by inch, into my body. I gave myself only seconds to adjust before Lord’s big hands landed on my hips. His eyes closed for a beat, and then riveted on me as he helped guide my movements as I rode him. In and out, he filled me. I laced my fingers with his, and kept going, working his cock until I knew he’d reach the point where he’d flip me and take me. I loved being on top, having the control, and somehow Lord knew I needed that from him. I needed to not feel conquered every time we had sex. I didn’t know how he knew that … but he did. Now that I’d ridden him like a cowgirl, wild and proud, I was ready to be taken. I slowed my movements, and he picked up the change in my mood instantly.

“My turn,” he said. Hands once again gripping my hips, he rolled, bracing himself on one arm so I didn’t take all his weight. “You ready for more?”

“Yes.”

“Everything I can give you?”

“Yes!” I cried. “Hurry.”

“Guess I better not keep the lady waiting.”

And he shifted, slipping one hand beneath my ass and canting it upward for the perfect angle to meet his thrust. And then holy hell.

Being beneath all that power was … intoxicating. Stroke after stroke, he hit the perfect spot, and the tension that had been building inside me stretched tight, poised to snap.

“Omigod,” I mumbled. “I’m gonna—”

“Fuck yeah, you’re gonna. Until you can’t keep your eyes open. That’s my promise to you.”

Another thrust and my body unleashed pleasure through every nerve ending, and I screamed his name. “Lord!”

He slowed his thrusts, allowing me to ride it out, but never stopped.

“That’s right. More where that came from.”

The second orgasm came on the heels of the first. I lost track after number three.

It could’ve been minutes or hours later, but my eyes slid shut as Lord roared my name and emptied himself inside me.

My last thought: I’m in so much trouble.

I woke to a warm body curled up beside me. Elle’s cheek pillowed on my chest, and her red hair tickled my face and chin. My arm tingled, but I had no intention of moving. Instead, I watched her sleep.

Last night she’d told me she was taking all of me, and I was holding her to that. But Elle wasn’t the kind of woman you fenced in and expected her not to bolt. My words had been a calculated risk during the heat of the moment. I wasn’t a stupid man; I knew getting that kind of declaration out of her during the light of day was something I’d have to handle carefully, but I would get it out of her eventually. I pressed a kiss to her hair, and her eyes flicked open.

“Good morning,” I said.

Her lips curled into a smile. “Good morning yourself.”

“I like waking up with you,” I said, knowing I was pushing too hard.

I tucked Elle’s hair away from my face, and she pulled back. “I like it too … but we probably should talk about me going home sometime soon. I don’t think Rix is going to hurt me. He scares the ever-lovin’ hell out of me, but I don’t think he’s going to hurt me.”

I gritted my teeth. So much for an easy morning. “Can we talk about him when we’re not naked?”

“I’m just saying I don’t think he’s a threat; he’s not looking to do me harm.”

“Then let’s talk about the fact that Jiminy’s dead, just like Bree.” Elle shrank away from my harsh tone, and I could’ve slapped myself for being so blunt, but I didn’t know how else to get across that this was serious fucking business, and I wasn’t taking a chance with her safety. I didn’t like that she seemed to have placed Rix in the “harmless even though he’s really dangerous as fuck” category and completely written off the fact that someone had killed two people and we still didn’t know who or why.

“I don’t understand how I could be a target.” Elle’s voice was small.

“Yeah, well, I don’t understand how you don’t think you could be at risk. I’m not willing to take the chance, and even if you think Rix is harmless, whoever else is out there shooting people in the back isn’t getting their hands on you.” Quietly, I added, “Doesn’t make any fucking sense. First Bree, and then Jiminy. Think I’m being framed. Nothing else makes sense.”