How long before he put a stop to it and pried himself away this time?
Tearing herself from his kiss and jerking from his grip, she panted and stared at him through the shadows, backing up until she hit the bar. “Stop. I’m not playing this game. I’m Liam’s now.”
But he wasn’t looking at her face. His hot stare was fixed decidedly lower, on one of her breasts he’d bared by clawing at the robe. The pale orb hung heavy in the moonlight, nipple drawn up tight. She reached for the lapels of the garment to cover herself, but Hammer, with a muscle ticcing in his jaw, was already on her.
“No game, precious. Tonight, you’re mine!” He fastened his mouth over her exposed peak, sucking her deep. His teeth sank into her tender flesh as the tip of his tongue flicked over her nipple, immersing her in a blistering combination of pleasure and pain. He cupped her breasts in his big palms and teased her distended tips, alternating from one to the other with his teeth, lips, and tongue.
The sensations drowned her instantly. Macen touching her was everything she’d thought it would be and more. Pleasure dragged her under to a dark, lovely place. She tossed her head back, clenching and unclenching her fists. It was her only defense against the need to wrap her hands in his hair and hold him to her. But it didn’t work for long.
Suddenly, a moan slipped from her throat, and Raine cradled his face as he tongued her nipple. She felt the jolt straight to her clit. Her back arched. She curled her leg over his hip. God, she was all but rubbing against him. And she still didn’t really understand why he wanted her now. Just because he was drunk enough not to care about tomorrow? Well, she cared.
Raine twisted her body, breaking his suction on her breast. “If you had wanted to show me yesterday, fine. But today... And Liam...” She shook her head. “I said yes to him. I made a promise.”
Nipping at the tight tip of her breast with his teeth until she cried out, he finally released the throbbing nubs. “Fuck Liam. He made you believe he was saving you from Beck. He mindfucked you into thinking he was the only one who could. I’ve saved you for years, Raine. I will always be here to save you. Always.”
The vow in his eyes was fierce, and a tremor passed through her. Without another word, he smoothed his palms over her shoulders, sliding the robe from her body. Naked and more exposed than she ever imagined she could be, Macen wrapped his hands around her narrow waist and lifted her onto the bar. His eyes never left hers as they laid claim to her soul. His nostrils flared, and she could smell her own arousal in the air between them.
“Lay back. I’ve wanted to know the flavor of you on my tongue for a lifetime.”
She should stop him. She fooled herself into thinking that she could. But Patrón had ripped away his veneer of the passive protector, of civilization. If she’d thought she wanted Macen before, it was nothing compared to the ache he filled her with now that he’d finally, truly kissed her. Maybe a smarter woman would have been able to close off her feelings after the public punishment. But she wasn’t that woman. Right or wrong, she still wanted him, felt him in a huge corner of her heart.
The choice was hers; she knew that. But was there really any question? The man she’d wanted forever was offering her a fantasy. All she had to do was lie back and let him do his worst.
But Liam... Had he really mindfucked her? Had he worked the situation to his advantage to sleep with her? To stab Hammer in the back? Whatever the reason, he’d barely known she existed, beyond trying to extract Hammer’s secrets from her, until two days ago. He didn’t love her. And she didn’t love him.
Hammer would sober up tomorrow and likely regret this. If she gave up her one opportunity to be under him, she’d kick herself for the rest of her life. She was rationalizing, yes. But it all boiled down to her certainty that she’d never be whole without knowing his touch at least once.
“Yes, Sir.” She lay back against the bar and shyly parted her legs a bit, craving his approval.
“Jesus,” he breathed thickly. “Wider. I want your sweet pussy splayed opened just for me so I can breathe you in, taste every drop.”
Her breath caught in her lungs. How long had she dreamed about hearing him command her?
Spreading her legs as wide as she could, exposing every slick fold for his pleasure, she sucked in a quivering gasp as his warm lips hovered just above her swollen pussy.