“Oh. You did that.” She waited, half expecting him to push off the bed and call it good between them. They had kissed, after all. And then some.

He stood and her heart sank to realize she was right, but he didn’t move away. He stared down at her, his dark eyes full of an emotion she couldn’t read.

She sat up, pushing the tendrils of hair off her face that had come loose from her ponytail. She moistened her lips, reaching for her composure—the last of which fled as she watched him reach behind his neck and pull his shirt over his head in one smooth motion.

Her mouth dried at this sight of him. His shoulders and biceps looked like they were cut from marble. The muscled pecs, the ridged stomach. She’d seen him without his shirt before, but never like this. Never like a hungry beast poised over her and ready to devour. He wasn’t done with her. That much was clear. And she didn’t want him to be.

She wanted to be devoured.

He seized the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Cool air wafted over her. His eyes gleamed darkly as he eyed her in her simple white bra. Her stomach tightened when his fingers went to the front center clasp and flicked it open. Her breasts sprang free.

Heat scored her cheeks. She didn’t remember ever being so on display for a man before. The number of men to see her breasts had been few and never in full light like this. Her hands came up to cover herself and he grabbed her wrists, tugging them back down. “No way are you going to hide from me.”

The words acted like flint to steel, igniting a steady burn to all her most intimate parts. Her nipples tightened, pebbling into hard points, and her sex clenched, eager to be filled.

He came over her again, backing her down on the bed. Both his knees settled between her thighs, the mattress dipping with his weight. The denim of his jeans rasped against the soft cotton of her yoga pants. His stare slicked over her, feasting on her breasts before crawling down the slope of her stomach. He flattened one broad hand on her belly. His long fingers reached as far as her ribcage. He shifted and his fingertips grazed the undersides of her breasts.

She sucked in a sharp breath, arching her spine, singed at the touch. He wasn’t like most guys. His greedy hands didn’t dive for her breasts, squeezing and groping them like melons. He made her wait.

Both his hands spanned her torso as he leaned over her. His mouth a hairsbreadth from hers. She lifted her head off the bed, seeking his mouth, eager for him to kiss her again.

His words brushed over her. “You want my mouth again?”

She nodded and leaned closer.

He dodged her lips.

She made a sound of complaint and brought her hands to his shoulders. He plucked them off him and pinned them to the bed. Hard. He laced his fingers with hers and aligned their hips, his erection directly over her core. “I don’t know… seems like anyone will do. You sure you want me to kiss you?”

He rocked against her, rubbing his hard length along the crotch of her yoga pants, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.

“I want you to kiss me,” she insisted.

“You sure?”

She nodded.

He pressed her wrists into the bed and brought his mouth against her neck, directly beneath her ear. She felt his words vibrate against her skin. “Don’t you ever kiss another man in front of me again.”

She nodded even though a part of her rebelled at being told what to do. Cullen wielded total control over her and she reveled in it. For the first time she felt like she could let go. She was ready to submit entirely to a man, knowing that he would only deliver her pleasure.

His mouth dragged down her neck in a trail of biting kisses. Lips, grazing tongue and softly nipping teeth. She whimpered, wiggling under him, out of her mind with need. He reached where her neck and shoulder met, his warm breath fanning in the hollow there for an agonizing moment. Anticipation zipped through her as she waited for more. She trembled, holding her breath for his kiss there…for the slight scrape of teeth.

Finally it came. His teeth sank deep where her neck and shoulder met, marking her, claiming her. A choked gasp ripped from her as her bones liquefied and a rush of heat pooled between her legs. Her eyes flew wide and she gasped, positive no man had bitten her before. She had no idea she would like it so much. Had no idea she would feel it so deeply. He pulled back, laving the tender flesh with his tongue and feathering with his lips.

Her head was spinning, chest lifting with ragged breaths as his hand closed around one breast, lifting the generous swell toward his dipping head. The gentle pressure of his fingers on her flesh made her moan. She arched, desperate for him to take her in his mouth. She ran one hand over the back of his skull, tugging him down with an animal sound that she didn’t even know herself capable of.

The tip of his tongue lightly stroked her nipple. “You want me to kiss you here? Think you deserve that?”

She writhed under him and almost came out of her skin as he dragged the rough pad of a thumb over the turgid peak. Her breast grew heavy in his hand. The one he neglected to even touch yet screamed for his attention, beyond swollen and achy.

His warm breath gusted over the aching tip. Anticipation zinged through her, warring with frustration. She needed this. Needed him. Annoyance sparked along her nerve.

“Maybe I should kiss other men,” she flung out.

He tensed over her, his muscled shoulders turning to solid rock.

“It got you here, didn’t it, Cullen?” she demanded. “Us here? Like this? Would you even be here if I hadn’t kissed that guy in front of you?”

His hand slid down her belly to cup between her legs. She pulsed against his palm, her sex clenching for him to fill her. “You don’t have to go to such lengths. If you wanted me in your bed, why didn’t you say so sooner?”

His hot, dark gaze fixed on her face as he lowered and finally claimed her nipple, drawing it in the wet warmth of his mouth as his hand slid under the waistband of her yoga pants, delving smoothly beneath her underwear to stroke along her crease.

It was sensation overload. His teeth scored her nipple, and she screamed as he plunged one finger inside her. She came apart beneath him. Bright shards of colors exploded behind her eyelids.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Come for me.”

She nodded, unintelligible words tripping from her as he worked a second finger inside. “This is where I want to be, Huntley.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

His eyes locked with hers, dark and endless, peering inside her. He hopped up from the bed. She watched as he unsnapped his jeans and shoved them down over his hips, taking his briefs with them.

Her mouth dried. He stood over her, his cock jutting out, alarming in its size.

“Oh,” she breathed.

She couldn’t even circle him with one hand. She instinctively scooted back on the bed. “I’m not sure that is going to work.”

“Oh, it’s going to work, sweetheart.” He reached for her and grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants, sliding them off her in one smooth motion, leaving her naked. The urge to shield herself came over her, and she closed her knees, angling her legs to the side. “You trust me?”

She did. Irrevocably. She trusted him. Cared about him. More than she should. For years now, she had harbored feelings for him. Desire, lust that she thought he could never reciprocate. But he did.

His warm hands closed over her knees, parting her legs and coming between them again. This time there was no rasp of denim against her. It was bare skin to bare skin, his callused palms an erotic scrape running along the insides of her thighs.

She was putty, ready and open for him. His fingers rubbed over her, and she was so wet her face burned with embarrassment.

His husky voice fanned her lips. “See. Your body wants this.”