Page 45 of Reckless Woman
Surprisingly, the smell doesn’t make me want to gag. In fact, I’m fucking starving. When I was pulled from the plane wreckage, my thoughts were singular and desperate. I was so hell-bent on reaching Miami that minor shit like eating and drinking were forgotten about. Santiago doesn’t even know one of his jet’s went down in flames yet.
“What’s the time?” I ask.
“Nine-ish. You passed out about three hours ago.” She kicks off her Chucks and walks her long legs over to me. Despite the hurt, the meds and the hangover from hell, my cock still pays attention. “I know you said we’re not the kind of couple that has dates and stuff, but I figured we could do it our way.”
“The best way.”
“Theonlyway.” She chucks the steaming box down next to me and curls up at the foot of the bed. Leaning over, she flicks the lid up. “Hope you like margherita.”
“Everyone likes margherita.”
“Except the tuna topper anarchists.”
“They’re not fucking human anyway.” Taking her arm, I haul her up the bed and settle her astride my waist.
“Careful! You’re leg—”
“Is soaked in Vicodin.” I tug at her hairband, setting a golden waterfall free. The way it tumbles around her face, framing perfection, crushes something inside my chest.
Her T-shirt follows, and I’m left palming her generous breasts through a veil of black lace.
“God, that feels so good.” She tips her head back and moans softly as I roll her hardening nipples between my thumb and finger, torturing my cock just as much as I’m torturing her.
“Lose the jeans,” I say huskily, tugging at the top button to help her along.
When she returns to my lap, she’s dressed like a goddess in her black bra and panties. It takes all my willpower not to rip them to shreds. Taking her face between my hands, I’m just as turned on by the delicate jaw beneath my fingertips and the trust she gives me.
I could so easily break her into pieces again.
“I thought we were going to talk first?” she chides softly, shuddering as I drop a hand to tease her clit with my thumb.
“The schedule got rearranged.”
I lean forward until my chest is pressed flush against her breasts, and then I hold her there, my palms flat to her shoulder blades until I can feel our hearts beating for and against each other.
Seeking out her lips, I taste her sweetness and light. She’s golden, inside and out. And I tarnished it.I fucking tarnished it.
“I never asked you for your permission the other night,” I murmur against her mouth. “But I’m damn well asking for it now.”
She pulls away, her face creasing in confusion.
“I vowed in Colombia I wouldn’t be like those animals—”
Realization dawns and she stares at me in horror. “How could you eventhinkthat?”
“I know what I am, sweetheart.” Ignoring the agony in my leg, I tip her onto the mattress and follow her down. Pushing her legs wider apart, I settle in between them, indulging in the sensation of her wet heat against my straining cock.
“Joseph, listen to me.” This time it’s my jaw resting between her hands. “You and I, we own our bad. It’s what you taught me, remember? We own the highs and the lows, the kills and the blood-stained victories, but we still have choices. You’ve crossed some dark and dangerous lines, but you willneverbe like those men…you will never be like those men to me.”
“Anna—”
Reaching between us, she slides the crotch of her panties to one side and widens her legs. “This isn’t an invitation,” she whispers. “It’s a request and a declaration. Fuck me clean. Fuck me dirty. Fuck every lunar phase out of me. This is my lifetime supply of permissions.”
Grinding against her hand, I growl my approval. “Tomorrow we’re finding a church and a priest...” Then, lining my cock up, I drive inside her as she arches into me with a strangled groan. I nearly lose my shit when I feel how tight and wet she is.
“We don’t need them,” she whimpers as I start to move, making each thrust so slow and so savage I’m stealing the air from her lungs. “We don’t need a piece of paper to tell us what we already know.”
“You deserve it. You deserve everything.”