Page 79 of The Merger
I should have known she wouldn’t wait for me to give her the all clear, and she followed me inside almost immediately. She went to reach for the light switch.
“There’s no power,” I said stopping her.
Her hand stopped in mid-air and moved to the side table. She dragged her fingers across it, then rubbed dust off her fingers. “Not surprising. It doesn’t look like anyone’s been here for a few months.”
“We’ll make due. We don’t need power as long as we have heat. I’ll get a fire going. Why don’t you go check the kitchen and see if there’s any canned food?”
Stepping outside to grab some wood from the stack by the door, I came in to get a fire going. The small size of the building worked in our favor, and the room quickly began to heat up. Just as I was about to find her to see how she’d made out, she let out an excited whoop.
I moved into the tiny kitchen to find her doing a victory dance. She swayed her hips from side to side, wiggling her ass. I gave myself a moment to enjoy the show. When she turned around she caught me watching her and she squeaked.
She rubbed the center of her chest. “You scared me.”
The corner of my mouth curved up. I reached for her, putting my hands on her hips, and pulled her to me. “You’re so adorable.”
She laughed. Not the reaction I expected, but hearing her laugh did things to me. “How is it everyone else thinks you’re some kind of grouchy asshole when you’re—”
The hint of a smile fell off my lips. I loved this woman, but I still wanted to dominate her. I rose to my full height and loomed over her. “When I’m what?”
I gave her a pointed look, but she didn’t squirm. I had more work to do to get her on her knees where we both wanted her to be. “I am an asshole, Sunshine, the only person in the world who sees this side of me is you. But sometimes you see me as a better man than I am.”
She shrugged. “Okay, you’re still a hard ass.”
Patronizing me was going to get her in trouble. But I was starting to understand why Colter loved it when Jana acted like a brat. The power play had my body humming. I was mentally going over every way I could get her underneath me when I realized she was still talking.
“Mrs. Bennett does still hide from you, and the other day you did make one of the interns cry.” None of my behavior phased her. I didn’t want her to fear me, but I did want her to submit to me. No, I needed her to submit to me.
I slid my hands down her shoulders until I was able to hook around her thighs and lift her up. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around me. I pushed her down against my stiffening cock to punctuate my point. “You’ve got the hard part right.”
My fingers fisted in her hair, and I claimed her mouth. “How about you show me those moves again in front of the fireplace?”
“Don’t you want to know what I was dancing about in the first place?” She was stalling, but I did want to know if she was able to find anything we could use. I released her and let her slide down my body until she was standing.
She didn’t seem to be aware of the fact she was dancing again. “The pantry is fully stocked. I don’t know why no one has been here for a while, but it looks like up until recently this place was used a lot.”
“What did you find?” I asked.
She opened the cabinet by the sink and stepped back. What was inside was enough to make me almost start dancing myself. Dry pasta, oatmeal, honey, canned meat and fish, peanut butter, and crackers, and that was just what was lined up in front. I reached out and grabbed a couple of cans of beef ravioli from the shelf. “I used to love these when I was a kid.”
She moved to take them, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her. I tossed her over my shoulder and moved toward the fireplace. “Later, I’ve got a different appetite to satisfy first.”
Her fists pounded against my back. “Stryker, no. I’m gross. We’ve hiked two days through the woods, and slept on the forest floor.”
“Have it your way,” I told her. I changed path to the bathroom. “Good thing the water heater runs off gas.”
Now I only prayed the propane tank I spotted from the kitchen window wasn’t empty. There were a few candles sitting around the cabin. I lit a couple and set them on the vanity in the bathroom. The pipes groaned when I turned on the water, but it ran clear and started to heat up after a couple minutes.
“Get out of those clothes,” I ordered. Not knowing how long the hot water would last, I helped her. Once she was gloriously naked I stripped out of my own.
She climbed into the stall and stood under the spray, letting the water sluice over her body. Grabbing the bar of soap the owner had conveniently left behind, I lathered up my hands and started washing her body. I started with her breasts and watched as her nipples contracted into stiff points.
She squirmed under my attention, and I wanted more. I slid my hand down her stomach and focused on her pussy. Her hands landed on my shoulders and her nails pierced into my skin. I didn’t let up, but instead I thrust two fingers inside of her ruthlessly.
“Stryker,” she panted.
I rubbed the palm of my hand against her clit and curled my fingers inside of her. I rubbed my cheek against hers, aware my stubble scratched her skin. I whispered in her ear. “You implied I’d gone soft earlier, that I’m a nice guy. Does this feel like the actions of a nice guy?”
“Mmm,” she hummed. “It feels awfully nice to me,” she purred.