Honk If You Love Real Men

“That was damned unfair.” Raven stared back at him, shock and pleasure racing through her system as she fought to make sense of the impulses that still pounded through her body. He made her drunk, made her greedy for more of his kiss, his touch.

Oh God. That kiss. Her hand rose to her lips, her fingers feeling the swollen curves as her shoulder tingled from the rasp of his teeth.

Dammit, she was supposed to be denying him, not falling into his arms like a whimpy sex kitten. But it never failed, he touched her and she melted. She lost her mind, her sanity, her ability to remember the fact that Reno would never let her escape with any part of her heart intact.

He was watching her with blatant hunger. There was no apology, no attempt to hide the lust that burned in his eyes and darkened the features of his face.

“Who said I was going to be fair?” He growled, coming closer, looming over her as she backed into the entertainment center behind her. “Raven, are you wearing panties?”

Heat flooded her face, her body.

“Yes!” she gasped. “I am. Dammit, Reno, you aren’t supposed to kiss me like that. I told you the last time. Keep your lips to yourself.”

Like he was starving for the taste of her, ready to consume her at a moment’s notice. How was a girl supposed to keep her sanity when a man stripped her control with no more than the touch of his lips?

“Why?” His voice was dark, incredibly deep. It vibrated in the pit of her stomach, causing her womb to spasm in need as her pussy creamed heatedly. The panties in question were going to be soaked if this didn’t stop.

She breathed in deep, striving for control as he moved closer, pressing her into the shelf of the entertainment center as she felt the length of his erection pressing into her lower belly.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you Raven? Since you were seventeen, tempting me, teasing me to take what I couldn’t have. You’re not a kid anymore. You’re a woman.”

She couldn’t handle this. How was she supposed to fight him and herself? Especially when she wanted him so desperately?

“Find Gina what’s her name,” she snarled back, remembering the day she had burst into his room to find him naked, preparing to take another woman.

“You were a kid. I was a man, Raven. You are not a child any longer.”

She shook her head. This wasn’t happening. He was destroying her defenses. He was going to break her heart.

“You tied her down,” she gasped. She didn’t want to be tied down. She really didn’t. Not matter how many times she dreamed about him tying her to his bed, torturing her with his touch.

“Mmm,” he murmured against her lips, his tongue stroking over them slowly. “Yes, I did. Just like I want to tie you, Raven. Stretched out on my bed, unable to do anything but feel me. Feel me now. I’m dying to touch you.”

His hands slid to her buttocks as he lifted her, notching the hard length of his cock against the swollen pad of her pussy as her clit screamed out in pleasure, in need. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into the fabric of his shirt, as helplessly, her legs parted, her thighs gripping his outer legs as his hands held her closer, his fingers massaging the flesh of her ass as she shuddered in his arms.

She couldn’t get the picture out of her head. Her tied to his bed rather than Gina Delaney. Her legs spread for him, the bare folds of her cunt wet and glistening as he came to her, his cock like a living arrow preparing to impale her.

“Reno. Reno wait…” His lips were at her collarbone, his tongue stroking along the sensitive skin as he thrust slowly against her, stroking her clit into full blazing life.

Every cell in her body was screaming for his touch. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples… God, her nipples were on fire.

“Ah, Raven,” he whispered, lifting her closer, pressing deeper between her thighs as she shuddered, her thighs clenching, her hips moving against his, rubbing his shaft against her clit as she fought to breathe through the incredible sensations. “Baby, I don’t know if I can let you go now.”

“We have to wait.” She shook her head, struggling against him and herself as she felt the hands at her rear parting her flesh, sending a heated strike of pleasure whipping through the tight, forbidden little entrance there.

“Wait for what?” he growled. “For another excuse to run? You run every time I come home, Raven. How am I supposed to seduce you when I can’t even find you? Dammit, waiting is over.”