“Which would you prefer right now?” she purred as she rolled over to face him.
“If it were up to me, I’d be on top banging you into the headboard.”
Stretching her arms over her head and pressing her breasts toward the ceiling, she looked over at his astonished face. “Come on, Ryder. We don’t have all day.”
Looking more excited than the moment warranted, he was on her in a heartbeat. “You are practically forcing me to fall in love with you.”
“I can tell that I’m only a couple of orgasms away from falling head over heels for you as well.”
Smiling down at her, he asked, “Did you like having my mouth on you, doll?”
“You know I loved it.”
“So did I,” he growled. He wrapped her legs high around his waist and slid his hand between her legs. “Like the way my fingers part your soft, pink folds? Want to feel a real man?”
Lost in a haze of lust, she was aware that only soft moans were coming out when she nodded her agreement.
“I fuckin’ love all those sweet sounds you make when you come. Wanna hear more of them. Can you do that for me, love?”
As he eased down on top of her, she teased him, “Careful, badass. This face-to-face thing feels a lot like making love.”
“I’m just showing how versatile I am. Isn’t this like some type of husband audition for you?”
She laughed before she thought. “You’re a real funny guy.”
He rubbed himself against her wet core. “Need me to stoke your fire, baby? Tell me you need me.”
“Yes, please.”
He grabbed both of her wrists and roughly pinned them to the soft bedding above her head. “Not what I want to hear, baby. You’re not gettin a piece of this until you beg. Until you beg like you mean it.”
He rubbed his cock back and forth along her tender bud, teasing her and forcing her to beg. His expression was hot and aroused. She could tell he really enjoyed playing little sex games with her. Truth be told, she loved them as well.
Grabbing her thin yoga pants, he tied her securely to the headboard, looking her in the eyes the entire time.
Biting her bottom lip, she worried a little about what he would do next. The apprehension must have been showing on her face because he smoothed both hands down her torso. It reminded her of the way cowboys soothed their horses. She should have been insulted, but she wasn’t. She couldn’t be.
The pure lust pouring off him in waves was breathtaking. “I’ve wanted you naked and compliant beneath me since the moment I set eyes on you. Don’t bother to tell me you don’t want it. You are soaked with need.”
He fondled her breasts roughly with both hands, tugging on her soft peaks. He was careful to ensure his touch was just shy of pain. She’d heard guys say that was the sweet spot for women who liked it rough. Her stomach muscles clenched. Maybe she wasn’t as boring in bed as she’d always imagined. It just took the right man to bring it out.
His lips captured hers in a commanding kiss while his fingers slid into her heated core. Her back bowed off the bed as pleasure swept through her body.
He whispered seductively, “Do you still feel like we’re making love?”
She gazed up at him with new respect. He was light years ahead of her in the lovemaking category. For some reason, he understood that making love was all about getting in the other person’s head. Something clicked in her brain then. People gave what they wanted to receive. That realization explained why he kept asking her to beg. He wanted her to submit as only a woman could. That must have been his romantic fantasy.
Before she could formulate a real plan of attack, he spoke again. “This is me, the badass biker, making love to my woman.”
“Take me anyway you want, slow, fast, hard or gentle. I’ll give myself over to whatever would give you the most pleasure.”
Uncertainty marred his words. “You trust me that much?”
Nodding, she whispered, “Take me. Make me yours.”
She watched pride unfurl across his face. A possessive light lit in his eyes and roughly slid home. He watched hawkishly as she closed her fingers around the cloth bindings and allowed herself to be carried away on a tsunami of pleasure. Coming apart under his full-frontal assault earned her another adoring gaze. Only this one was tinged with possessiveness as well. It was a good look for him.
He sucked her neck as he filled her with his seed. “Men like me are kind of like modern-day pirates,” he husked beside her ear. “When it comes to women, we wander the world pillaging and plundering. You’re my prize plunder, baby. Pirates never give back their treasure. Think that over while you catch your breath.”