“Dane, what do you think you’re doing?” I begin to pull against him, but he only tightens his hold around me.
“Hush,” he snaps down at me. “Don’t make a scene.”
My heart is beating hard in my chest. I’m indignant, but I’m also a bit frightened. I’ve never seen Dane like this before. He’s always protective and possessive. Attentive, yes, but he’s never seemed so furious before.
As usual his private elevator is already open and waiting for us by the time we get there.
“Who the hell do you think—?” I begin to demand, but as soon as the door closes, he’s on me. He pins me against the wall with his huge body, and then his lips crash down onto mine.
This kiss isn’t sweet and tender like the ones he’s been giving me over the past couple of weeks. No, it’s hard and punishing and demanding. His tongue pushes roughly in to claim my mouth.
He kisses me desperately and more passionately than he’s ever kissed me, and I feel my knees buckling underneath me despite myself.
Dane’s kisses always have the power to weaken my knees. His kisses are always amazing, but this kiss…this kiss is destroying me. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. There’s nothing but him. His hard body all around me, his lips bruising mine as he takes my mouth savagely like a crazed animal.
I’m not aware that the elevator has opened until he’s dragging me out of it and into his penthouse.
By the time he drags me across the threshold, my senses are returning to me, and I’m angry at him. Angry at the way he’s acting like he owns me, even though a small, confused part of me thrills to it too.
“Dane,” I begin. I don’t know what I’m going to say, but he can tell by my tone I’m pissed, and he rounds on me in a fury. He kicks the door shut behind me, and I yelp as he presses me against the door with his body.
“You’re mine,” he growls at me, pressing his hard body up against me again. His greens eyes are glinting down at me with something that takes my breath away, and then he lowers his mouth to my neck. He places rough kisses against it, and then he sucks the tender flesh of my neck into his mouth, nipping at it like he’s trying to mark me.
“Mine, Summer,” he whispers against the sensitive flesh under my ear while stroking the column of my throat. “I won’t tolerate another man’s hands on you. Do you understand that?”
And I know I should fight it. It’s not right for him to behave this way. To just drag me up here.
But his mouth moves back to my lips and I’m lost again. Lost in him.
He kisses me deeply, licking and nibbling at my lips when he finally pulls back, and then he kisses all over my cheeks. Wet, hot kisses that brand me with their heat.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy. You know that, baby?” he whispers against my skin.
My nipples have pebbled underneath my pink bikini top, and Dane feels it against his chest because he moves his head down to kiss the exposed swell of my breast as his thumb traces over one of the hardened buds through the fabric.
That one touch sets me on fire, and I feel moisture flood between my legs.
I can’t stop the whimper that escapes me.
“Goddamn,” he says in response as he pushes the fabric of my bikini top aside and takes the nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it reverently.
I barely have time to register the sensation before he drops to his knees and grabs my thighs, spreading them roughly. He pushes my bikini bottoms to the side before I have time to blink, and then his mouth is on me, hot and insistent.
He licks from my folds all the way up, laving me like an animal. “So fucking wet and sweet,” he hisses against my tender flesh before his tongue hones in on my clit, licking and sucking relentlessly on the bundle of nerves.
I gasp, and my hands fall to his head and fist in his hair as he continues to suck on that little pleasure point, shooting electricity throughout my core.
“Dane,” I moan, not sure what I’m asking for, if I want more or want him to stop. My hands on his head are pushing him away and pulling him closer simultaneously.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he challenges me in between licks.
Oh, god. I should. I should tell him to stop. But I can’t. I can’t bring myself to say the words. I don’t know what I want, but the pressure building in between my legs feels so good and so painful at the same time.
All I can do is mewl and whimper as he continues to feast on me, and then he inserts a finger in me, and I feel so full. I’m panting as he curls it inside me and presses against this spot I never knew existed. He rubs his finger against it as his mouth latches onto my clit, sucking on it, his tongue batting insistently against it until I shatter into a million pieces with a cry.
I feel myself spasming as a white, blinding light sears my vision. My head falls back against the wall, and Dane moans as he sucks up the juices that flow from between my legs.
When I finally come to, Dane jerks upright, his hand moving furiously between his legs.
I watch in fascination as he jerks his huge erection, his hand sliding up and down it so fast it’s almost a blur.
The muscles in his neck are tight, and he groans, a guttural sound that seems to be torn from deep within him as he throws his head back. I feel the hot spurts of his come hitting my stomach. He slaps a hand against the wall beside my head to keep himself from collapsing.
All I can do is stare up at him with wide eyes.
He doesn’t quite meet my eyes as he finally pulls away and then walks off toward the bathroom.
I don’t know what to think or feel. I feel tears pricking my eyes, and I don’t wait for him to come back.
I grab a towel from the kitchen and quickly wipe his sticky seed from my stomach before I run out the door.