The contact was catastrophic.

Every bit of thought she had was laid to waste. There was nothing but a flood of sensation sweeping through her. She lifted her hips, certain she could climax by just grinding against the bulge still covered by his leather pants.

“We’re not fucking rushing this.”

He pushed her back down and held her there with his body. He was hard and heavy, and he hovered just an inch above her lips.

“I’m going to eat you out.”

“I can’t—”

He shoved her protest back into her mouth with his, kissing her with a hard passion that broke something loose inside her. She arched and dug her nails into his shoulders, sucking his tongue and thrusting hers up to tangle with it.

“Ah…yeah…claw me…”

He surged up, arching his head back so she was staring at the corded muscles running up his neck. She pulled her hands down his arms, hesitant at first, but his chest vibrated with a growl of enjoyment.

“Again,” he ordered her, pressing forward and making contact with her clit.

“Oh…damn…”

She was on the edge, a breath away from climax. Desperation made her crazy. She wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him against her as she reached up and raked her claws down him again.

Sweat was popping out all over her skin. Her nipples contracted into tight little pebbles. She was straining toward him.

“Not yet, baby.”

He sounded like he was a thread away from losing control. She slapped his shoulder.

“Yes…now,” she insisted.

He rose up off of her, enraging her with the separation. “Don’t tease me, Syon.”

He flattened his hand on her belly, easily putting her back on the bed. “You’re not ready yet.”

“I’ve never been so ready.” She was pretty sure she was baring her teeth at him, but she didn’t give a rat’s ass. “Get your cock out.”

He reached down and opened his pants. She froze, mesmerized by the idea of getting a look at what she’d thought about so vividly. Time was moving like molasses, flowing in a thick, sweet ooze that tantalized her senses.

“Like this?” He’d opened his fly and reached inside. She’d never realized what a turn-on it could be to see a man handling his own cock. Syon pulled his length into view, his fingers just as hard as his penis. It was huge with thick veins running from head to base.

“Yeah…like that…” She wanted to taste it, stroke it, lick it, but most of all, she wanted it deep inside her. She was spread wide-open and didn’t care a bit what she looked like. Just so long as she got what she wanted.

“I want to fuck you, Kate.”

He clasped his cock, the huge, swollen head making her insides ache. Her mouth was dry, and she had to lick her lips before forcing a word past them. “Yes.”

It was more of a moan.

A needy, hungry little plea.

He leaned closer, guiding his cock toward her spread body. His forearm muscles were corded, the veins standing out as he touched his cockhead to her labia. She hooked her heels around his thighs, pulling him toward her, lifting her butt off the bed to get in position to take him.

He thrust two thick fingers inside her instead.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded, her eyes popping open.

He used his body to pin her down again, hovering over her lips as he worked his fingers in and out in a slow motion that was driving her mad.

“Getting you ready, baby…and you aren’t ready…just yet.”

“I sure as hell am!” she snarled, rolling her eyes at him.

He bared his teeth at her in response. “Not until I find your G-spot.”

He was stroking her insides, slowly teasing all sides of her passage and pausing when she gasped.

“There it is…”

She had no idea what he was saying. She was only aware of what his fingers were doing to her. He’d found some spot that pushed her into a completely new realm of sensation. It was so intense, she wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain. But the motions of his fingers made it impossible to clear enough of her mind to think about it.

All she could was moan.

And moan louder.

She was being twisted and pulled and jerked from the inside out. Her clit was an insane throbbing point, wanting attention just as much as the spot Syon’s fingers were on. It was building, like the roar of a train coming down the track straight for her. She was lying across the tracks, waiting for impact, knowing that she was going to scream when it happened.

“Now,” he snarled.

She opened her eyes, trembling with excitement. She lifted her arms in welcome, but he didn’t press down on her. He lifted one of her legs and slid onto the edge of the bed. He pushed up against her, his legs scissored with hers, and drove his cock straight up to the spot he’d been massaging. Every thrust rubbed against her clit and finished with a hard connection to her G-spot.

She strained toward him, desperate for the next thrust. Her heart felt like it was going to burst, and she didn’t give a damn if it did, so long as he kept moving, kept hammering into her, kept bringing her closer to the edge of oblivion.

Sex had never felt so good.

So absolutely necessary.

There wasn’t a single force on the planet that would have gotten her to stop.

It was obsession. Complete. Total. No holds barred.

“Yes…” she yelled. “Oh…fuck…yes!”

“Right there?” He ground himself into her so deep, his balls slapped against her thigh.

“Yes!” There wasn’t any other word left in her vocabulary.

She was twisting, straining against him, the bed rocking insanely as everything inside her ripped apart. Pleasure slammed into her harder than she’d ever experienced. She clamped him against her, her thighs burning with the effort.

“Oh yeah!” he growled, pumping hard and deep into her. “Scream for me, baby…”

She didn’t have any choice. Pleasure was searing through her. It was so intense, she cried out, feeling like her spine might just snap.

He growled low and deep, his cock hard enough to break. He was stretching her, plunging deeper than anyone ever had, pumping into her harder and harder until he yelled. His come spurted inside her, sending another wave of pleasure through her. She started gasping for breath when it hit, and she flailed as it gripped her. Syon held her in place, pumping through his climax until he ground out a soft word of profanity.

* * *

“He was jerking my chain?”

Kate winced. The question was a reminder of how reckless she’d just been.

It was reality tsunami time.

The impact was going to sting.

“Does reality really have to return?” she asked.

Syon stroked her back, moving his hand along her spine in a slow, sensual motion. It felt so tender, she buried her face in a pillow and just willed the night to swallow them.

“Does it bug you that I didn’t use a condom?”

She groaned. Feeling like her stupid level was at an all-time high.

Syon snorted. “Yeah, color me a dumb ass.”

“I’m on the pill but—”

“I’m clean,” he offered. “Get tested every month, and you’re the first time I’ve ridden bareback.”

She lifted her head and locked gazes with him. “Really?”

He nodded, looking away for a moment. Syon was lying on a stack of oversize pillows, his bare chest a portrait of perfection.

“Me too.”

He looked back at her. “Then why the pill?”

She smiled at him. “Most girls go on it to regulate their cycles, not so they can have unprotected sex. But I can see how you probably only meet the type who do it for the sex factor.”

“Don’t discriminate against me because I’m a rock star. I know what a quality girl looks like. Why else would I ambush you into coming on tour with us?”

She bit her lower lip, trying to decide if she wanted to go anywhere near that topic. He reached out and used his thumb to pull her lip from between her teeth.

“It would have been within my contract rights to make the original artist produce more pieces.”