“No, I’m not going anywhere.”
Her words let loose a storm of fury within him. Cara could see it overtake him. His eyes darkened until they were almost black, and his muscles tightened until she thought they would surely burst from his arms.
After jerking his shirt off before throwing it down on the floor, the loosened crumbs of her biscuits fell at Jericho’s feet. Cara tried not to laugh—she really did—but the big, bad Indian staring back at her, looking like he had a serious case of dandruff, did her in.
While she laughed her ass off, he grabbed her and pushed her up against the door. One hand buried itself in her hair, straining her neck back until she was looking into his stoic expression. He had trampled his fury down so all that was left was a coldness that Cara did not know if she would be able to handle.
“If you want to play rough, then you came to the right man. If you can dish it out, then you had damn well better be prepared to handle it.” Crudely, he ground himself against her, forcing her legs to part and allowing him to plaster himself closer to her.
Cara didn’t flinch, knowing that was what he expected of her. “I can handle anything you give me.”
If she wanted Jericho, then she had to prove to both of them that she was more than a match for him. He was a warrior. He had fought his whole life for survival, and he wouldn’t tolerate less from the woman who would finally win his heart. Cara had every intention of being that woman, whether Jericho knew it or not.
“Let’s just see, shall we?” His mocking tone left Cara no doubt he believed she would call a halt when things got too hot. Well, he was in for a surprise. She happened to want him as badly as he wanted her.
His hand slid the shirt up her soft thighs, going immediately to grasp her wet heat, a finger plunging into her. Using a knee, he forced her legs wider so he could move farther within her.
“Jericho …” Cara could not help moaning his name. She desperately wanted him. It seemed that most of the time since she had met him had been spent wanting him.
She ground her head back against the door.
“You’re hot for me, aren’t you?” he whispered into her ear, making her shiver.
His finger began to move quicker and harder within her, making her hips thrust forward as each stroke sent flames of desire burning higher until she thought she would burst. Jericho wouldn’t allow her release, though.
He stilled his finger until her body pulled back from the edge of the climax, and Cara couldn’t keep the whimpers of need from escaping. Then Jericho eased away from her body until he could work the T-shirt up her waist and over her breasts. He immediately sucked a nipple into his waiting lips, nibbling until he saw that it had gone from a pale pink to a red before he moved to its twin.
Cara couldn’t keep her hips still. Desperately, she tried to grind herself against the thigh between hers, but he wouldn’t let her, moving it away.
She felt the heat of his cock as it strained against her belly, and she tried to reach for it in order to put it exactly where she wanted it, but Jericho jerked her hand away, pulling it behind her back.
Using the grip he had kept in her hair, he pulled her away from the door. Cara thought he would lead her to the bed, but the warrior in him didn’t have that necessity in mind.
“Get down on your knees.” His guttural voice shocked Cara. Though his face remained expressionless, his voice gave his desire away.
She dropped to the floor where a braided rug protected her knees from the hardwood. Jericho followed her until he covered her back. His lips buried themselves in her sensitive neck while his strong hands pulled her thighs apart until he was between them, his cock at her entrance. Another whimper left her lips as he nudged at her wetness yet did not enter.
“Jericho, please. Please fuck me.” Cara didn’t care that she begged. She wanted him to know how desperately she wanted him.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you when you beg me to.”
“I’m begging! I’m begging!”
“Not hard enough.”
His lips picked a patch of skin and began to nibble at the same time his hands held Cara in place. When she tried to reach back to touch his cock, he once again grabbed her hand.
“No, you don’t.”
He rose up slightly, pulling her T-shirt over her head without allowing her arms to slide free. He maneuvered the garment until it circled both wrists, binding them behind her back. Then he moved forward again until her forehead touched the rug. She was completely open and helpless.
“I’m going to teach you a new phrase,” he said with another seductive murmur in her ear.
“You are?”
“Yes, I am. Would you like to know what it is?”
Cara’s newfound sexual confidence began to stutter at the sexual domination he was exhibiting. “I don’t think so.”