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  Zach didn’t react. He just put the truck into four-wheel drive. The vehicle crawled onto the road, fishtailing as he coaxed it toward the dry asphalt. Finally, the tires found traction.

  He brought the window down as he pulled next to Chris’ patrol car. “Thanks. Looks like we’re good.”

  Chris nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but Zach waved and hit the gas.

  Bea relaxed against the seat. “Wow, that was close.”

  Zach’s jaw was rigid as he remained silent. Was he angry or horny?

  She glanced at his lap and her cheeks warmed. She had loved sucking on his cock before Chris arrived. “I’m glad you saw him pull up. That could have been embarrassing.”

  He turned, his gaze raking over her in the dim light of the interior.

  Her breath caught. Horny. He was definitely horny. She laid her hand on his thigh.

  The muscle under her hand tensed, but he didn’t speak. At the intersection, he turned and passed the Wrenborough Depot.

  She watched the building go by and dared a peek. “Zach?” She couldn’t help the meekness of her voice. “My car is back there.”

  His jaw moved, barely. “Yeah, I know.”

  She studied his profile. “Then how am I going to get it?”

  His hands opened and closed around the steering wheel. “You’re not. We’re going to your place so we can finish what we started. It’s closer.”

  At his words, erotic tingles slithered across her skin and the imp in her moved her hand to slide between his legs. “How do you know it’s closer?”

  His voice was tight. “It’s in Meriden, right, not far from the inns?”

  “Yes.” Wow, good memory.

  He pierced her with a possessive look. “Or if you like, I can pull down the next dirt road and we can do this in my truck.”

  Her heart sped up to meet the heat of her flesh. He seemed ready to jump her and in a way she wanted him to, but she’d already seen where that got her. “No, my place is fine.”

  He brought his attention back to the road. “Then you better remove your hand.”

  Chapter Six

  Zach took a cursory look at the small apartment filled with a profusion of plants. The local cop had followed them, though he doubted Bea realized it.

  Mine. The command filled his head, leaving just enough space for the lust claiming him. He pulled her into his embrace.

  Her quiet gasp inflamed him. He took her mouth in a searing kiss while he cupped her ass, forcing her hips into his granite-hard erection.

  She melted, her arms wrapping around his neck as her tongue mated with his.

  His heart raced and a clawing need built for the willing woman in his arms. He pulled away, tugging on her shirt. “Off.”

  She complied, revealing her smooth white breasts beneath a white satin bra.

  “You too,” she said in a husky voice that strained his control.

  Zach undid the top button of his shirt, whipped it over his head and threw it on the table behind him. He unbuttoned his jeans and let his cock breathe. It helped him gain a semblance of control over his raging need to claim her. He growled. “Everything.”

  Her eyebrows rose, but she licked her lips.

  Zach’s gut clenched. This sexually alive, yet somehow naïve woman was his for the taking, and he would take her. Triumph, pure and exhilarating, surged through him, tightening his muscles in anticipation.

  She stood before him naked, her stance uncertain, but her nipples hard and begging for his attention. Kicking off his boots without removing his gaze from her ripe body, he stepped from his jeans and crowded close to her, but didn’t touch, leaving a mere inch between them. Her soft, short breaths brushed against his neck as the hair on his chest strained to feel the rosy, hard nubs of her breasts. He breathed deeply, inhaling her scent of musky readiness and tangy body perfume. His need climbed and strained against his inaction. Oh shit. Bending over, he retrieved his wallet and pulled out the condom he’d stashed there.

  She shivered.

  His body tensed, muscles ready. Giving her no warning, he scooped her into his arms. Her softness satisfied his skin’s immediate craving, but his desire for absolute mastery of her climbed. “Bed?”

  She pointed with a shaky finger and a smile of pure invitation.

  He groaned silently as he strode to her bedroom, thankful for the smallness of the apartment. He wanted this woman, now. A streetlight across the road gave the room enough brightness to see. He placed her on the bed, covered her with his body and nudged her legs apart, unable to resist the need to feel her all at once. But he didn’t enter her.

  Her eyes widened before she moved against him, wrapping her long legs around his.

  He reveled in her soft skin and luscious curves, wondering again how he could be so lucky, but at the same time not caring. He took her mouth, exploring its hills and valleys, her fine white teeth and the texture of her tongue. She tasted of wine and sex, and way too good.

  Bea moaned.

  The sound sent a vibration speeding across his skin, telling him to take her. He broke the kiss and held her head in place so he could explore her neck, licking the pulse he found there. His cock throbbed in time to the beat of her blood as he left that spot to taste the breasts that begged for his attention.

  She grasped his head as he swirled his tongue around a pink nipple and her fingers dug into his hair. Her tight, desperate hold sent victory racing through his veins, allowing him more control. He nibbled at the hard peak, scraping his teeth across the very tip, obeying an inner command to give her more pleasure than she’d ever known before.

  She let go and tried to wiggle her hands between their chests.

  He reacted immediately. Not tonight. Tonight he controlled who gave and who took. He caught her hands together and pushed them above her head. “No touching. I’m going to pleasure you and then thrust my cock into your thick, warm pussy and make you mine. And you’re going to let me.”

  Her eyes opened wide as her breath hitched. She nodded once, her gaze centered on his, her pulse beating a tattoo against her skin. She leaked a warm wetness onto his thigh where it rested between her legs.

  Her heightened excitement had him drawing deep breaths to control his raging need to conquer. He looked around the room for something, anything to restrain her. The need to claim her, make her his, pushed his own heart faster. His gaze fell on the belt of a robe hanging on the back of a dressing table chair. He lifted himself from her and grabbed the silken tie.

  Her brow knit. “Zach?”

  “Yes?” He knelt upon the bed, smoothed her arms above her head and tied her wrists. He watched a shiver of anticipation pass over her body.

  She wiggled, testing the bonds around her wrists, drawing his gaze to the full length of her as she crossed her legs demurely. “You make me so hot, I’m almost embarrassed.”

  At her words, he brought his gaze back to her face, surprised to see a blush creeping from her neck to her cheeks. She was incredible, an innocent sex goddess all his own. He tied the other end of the silk to the latticework in the maple headboard.

  Zach sat back and stared. “Beautiful. Open your legs. I want to see your pussy. I love how wet you are for me.”

  Bea’s breathing shortened, but she obeyed. Her legs fell open, revealing the sheen of moisture between her thighs where her thick folds begged to be spread.

  His cock jumped in anticipation. His blood pumped downward, leaving but one overwhelming thought behind. Mine. This woman had him acting the caveman. He’d feel guilty if she wasn’t so turned-on by it.

  He smirked with that knowledge as a sense of utter dominance filled his psyche. He lay beside her and leaned on his elbow. Using his finger, he chased lazy circles around her hardened nipples. The sight of the puckered skin filled him with confidence. She was perfect for him.

  Bea squirmed. “Zach, please.”

  He stopped, lifting his brows. “Please what?”

  She groaned and closed her eyes
. “I need you.”

  “Really?” He took his finger away and because he could, without warning, he buried it inside her dripping pussy.

  Her body jerked up to meet his hand. “Oh God.”

  The hot wetness surrounding his finger nearly undid him. He palmed her pelvis and pressed her to stillness as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her racing pulse beat against his hand, causing his own control to waver and his cock grew painfully hard. The tightening of her slick vagina around his finger urged him to let go even as he ground his cock against her hip.

  She bucked as a frustrated moan passed her reddened lips.

  He lifted his head. “Whoa there. You’ll throw me off the bed.”

  Bea opened her eyes. Her desire starkly visible, desire and determination. “Take me, Zach.”

  At her words, pre-cum leaked from his cock. His control slipped another notch. Hell, he would have to explore the restraining game another time. Pulling his finger from her pussy, he sat up. Running his hands over the blanket, he found the condom, opened it and snugged it on, but even that slight pressure brought him closer to his orgasm. Quickly, he pushed Bea’s legs toward the ceiling, resting her ankles against his shoulders. He set his cock at the entrance to her tight, wet opening, his head spreading her moist folds. He paused, teasing them both.

  Bea panted as she stared at him. “Take…me.”

  “Mine.” Zach eased inside. Deeper and deeper he pushed, her warmth surrounding him, sucking him. His cock wanted more, all of her. He brought himself down onto his elbows, forcing Bea’s legs farther toward her head, tipping her pelvis until his cock slid to the hilt and touched her limit.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered. “Take me, Zach. Make me yours.”

  Exactly what the Neanderthal inside him needed to hear. With a growl, he pulled out and rocked back into her.

  Her pussy tightened at his exit. He pushed his way back in, his balls slapping against her ass, his arm and leg muscles screaming for conquest. The adrenaline and friction added to the pulsing sensations spreading through his body. With each thrust he made, his brain said she was his. Faster, he pumped as her whimpers of need changed to small cries of pleasure. Grasping a nipple into his mouth, he tugged hard.

  Bea shrieked as her climax took hold.

  He stiffened. Her pussy greedily sucked at his moving cock, pulling his own orgasm from him against his will even as his mouth pulled at her breast. His balls pulsed and he came deep inside her. His release sent pleasure reverberating through his body, wringing him out even as he branded her his. Her nipple slid from his mouth and he collapsed, barely holding his chest above her so he didn’t suffocate her.

  Bea’s cries dwindled to soft whimpers and heavy breathing.

  He lifted his head. “Bea?”

  “Hmm.”

  “Open your eyes, beautiful.”

  She did.

  “You’re mine.” The words felt carved in granite.

  A shiver ran through her body. “Definitely.”

  He rolled off her and reached to untie her hands, but she stopped him. “Wait.”

  He looked down. “Yes?”

  “I don’t mind being tied.”

  Zach closed his gaping mouth, her implication clear. Could she read his mind? Or maybe she was attuned to his hardening cock. “Then tied you’ll be.”

  Bea moved her gaze from his face to his cock, where his protection was in tatters, a common sight for her “Um, I think there was a problem with your condom.”

  “My condom?” He looked down. “Shit! I’ve never seen anything like that. It looks like it was dipped in acid or something.” His gaze returned to hers. “It must have been old. But don’t worry. I’ve been tested and I’m fine, but what about…?”

  “Me? I’ve been tested as well. I could show you my results, but they’re in my purse and,” she looked up toward her wrists, “I’m a little tied up at the moment.”

  His brow remained furrowed. “But what about getting pregnant?”

  Bea looked away. “We don’t have to worry about that.” How could she tell him that having his child would be a dream come true but impossible? Her poisons not only destroyed condoms, they destroyed all sexual diseases, and unfortunately, all semen.

  Zach moved off the bed. “I better get this mess off me. Bathroom?”

  “Over there.” She nodded to her left.

  “Thanks. Don’t start again without me.”

  She rolled her eyes as he turned and entered her bathroom, his ass making her itch to touch it, but her tied hands reminded her that wouldn’t happen soon. What had she been thinking? If he made love to her again, it would be however he wanted. The thought sent a warm glow through her body. But she couldn’t orgasm on him again. She really didn’t want to make him sick and he’d already had one dose of her.

  The running water in the bathroom stopped. Damn, she had to think of something fast. She gave a tug on her bonds, but they weren’t moving.

  He strode back to the side of the bed and stared.

  She enjoyed the light as it bathed his body in an orange glow. As she studied him, his cock moved, already semi-hard.

  She licked her lips in anticipation. That’s what she wanted. “May I make a request?”

  He appeared to think about it. “I guess one request of the prisoner is allowed.”

  “Can I suck you again?”

  His lips tightened. His cock jumped. “Absolutely.”

  Zach was on the bed and positioned across her chest, his cock head in front of her lips in under three seconds.

  His quick acquiescence had her grinning inside. She enveloped the shaft with her mouth and sucked hard, the clean stiffness causing her to moan with pleasure.

  “Hold on there.” He grabbed her jaw. “There’s no rush.”

  She pouted as she released him. “But I want it.”

  “Hmmm, maybe if you’re good, you can lick it.”

  She stuck out her tongue. She could make him come this way and save him from another of her orgasms.

  He moved his cock parallel to her face.

  Slowly, what she hoped was sensuously, she licked the underside, marveling at how fast his balls tightened.

  He pulled away.

  She tried to reach him, but her tied hands prevented her from contact. Cocking her head, she looked at him in question.

  Zach stroked her hair off her shoulders and cupped her face. “You are beautiful.”

  She returned her gaze to his cock. “So are you.”

  She felt his chuckle before he climbed off her.

  A shiver of panic ran up her spine. “Where are you going?”

  He strode to the window. “Nowhere.”

  Her body craved him again, but she couldn’t let him inside her. She had to gain control. She shrugged to release the mild strain from having her arms tied above her head. What an idiot. How could she gain control when she’d practically begged him to keep her tied to the bed?

  She watched as he switched on the lamps on either side of her. “What are you doing?”

  “I want to see your beauty in brighter light. It seems as if we are always in shadows.”

  A thrill sliced through her stomach at the image of him studying her in her most private, throbbing place. Did he mean…

  The bed dipped as he knelt between her legs. He stroked the inside of her thighs. “You’re very flexible. I like that.”

  She concentrated on breathing, wondering when those fingers would move up. “I took ballet when I was little. Guess that helped.”

  He smoothed his hands around her knees and down to her ankles.

  Despite her attempt at control, her breaths increased when he lifted her legs in the air.

  Zach gazed at her limbs as if they were a work of art. “Bend your knees.”

  She did as she was told, which made her wide open to his gaze. His face was tense with hunger as he stared, causing tingles of anticipation to race through her veins. Moisture seeped from her pussy.

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bsp; “Pink,” he said as he used both hands to spread her labia wide to view her clit and vaginal opening.

  Her body was on fire and though her pussy may have appeared to be attempting to douse the flames, it wouldn’t. She had to protect him, stay in control. She squeezed herself tight, but her juices still flowed. They dribbled down to the crease of her ass.

  She sensed the moment he noticed them. His mouth opened. He let go of her pussy to lift her legs higher, farther than where she had been when he’d entered her minutes ago.

  His finger traced the wetness between her swollen folds to her anal opening.

  She tensed, but her head swam at the realization she couldn’t stop him.

  His other hand stroked her leg. “Relax. I won’t hurt you.”

  She tried to obey, but her excitement overrode her wishes. “I’ve never been touched there.”

  He tore his gaze from her ass and met her eyes. “Do you like it?”

  The strange combination of helplessness and excitement had her swallowing hard and nodding. Her heart beat so fast she couldn’t speak. Control. For Zach’s sake. She had to stay…

  Gently, he explored her, nudging her ass opening. Unable to resist, she moved her hips to push into his touch.

  He stilled. “Do you have any lube?”

  She managed a whisper as she turned her head to the left. “In there.”

  He leaned over her body to open the drawer on the nightstand, his cock pressing against the inside of her thigh. “Wow. You have quite an interesting collection here.”

  Her cheeks heated. What would he think?

  He glanced back at her. “I hope you’ll allow me to play sometime.”

  The appreciative look on his face made her want to laugh with relief. Instead she nodded, too filled with pleasure at what they could do together with her special sex toys.

  He grabbed the pillow next to her and knelt between her legs again. Tilting her hips, he folded it beneath her butt, positioning her ass in the air for him to explore. More wetness leaked from her pussy. She wanted this man where no man had been before. Of course! She could have him there without poisoning him. Her heart beat with joy as well as lust and she moaned.