His hands reached out, and before she could stop him, he gripped the shirt, wrenching the material until buttons were flying in all directions and she was left bare before his gaze. Gasping, Terrie jerked back from him. Her eyes widened, her body flared with a heat so deep it terrified her.
“Good God.” His voice was strangled at he stared at her thighs, the bare folds of her pu**y and the gold ring piercing the clit hood. “Son of a bitch, Terrie. Could anything be sexier than that ring? I can’t wait to see what it does for you when I get it in my mouth.”
Her clit pulsed, her womb clenching with such force it made her breathless, terrifying her with the strength of her arousal. Before she could change her mind she ran. Dodging around him, she sprinted through the room and up the stairs, aware that he had taken off after her.
The breath was sawing desperately through her chest as she scrambled up the steps to the dubious safety of her room. She could lock herself in, run a tub of cold water and immerse herself in it. Surely that would cool the naked lust spearing through her body.
He caught her at the door. One arm manacled her waist as the other slammed the door closed behind them. Jesse held her effortlessly, ignoring her struggles as he tore the shirt from her body, then allowed her to wrench out of his arms.
“Bastard!” She turned on him, wishing she were as furious as she was trying to be.
His lips quirked with a smile.
“I’m hearing everything out of your lips but ‘no’, Terrie,” he growled, his hands going to the clasp of his trousers. “Let me hear you say no. Come on, baby, I dare you.”
As she stared at him in shock, the rest of his clothes were disposed of. He stood before her gloriously naked, his c**k standing out from his body in a hard, thick exclamation of arousal. Terrie’s breath caught. He was hard-packed muscle and thick eager lust.
“This is insanity,” she gasped, her br**sts heaving as his gaze watched the hard-tipped mounds with sexual intensity.
She could feel the weight of the ring in her nipple and her clit, rasping against the sensitivity of each area.
“No, waiting this long was insanity,” he growled. “Waiting on you to forget Thomas’s stupidity and to see how desperately I’ve craved you was insanity. I’m about to get real damned smart and do something about it now.”
“And if I don’t want it?” she questioned desperately. Like that was going to happen in this lifetime.
“Oh, you want it,” he told her, stalking closer to her as she backed away from him uneasily. “That pretty, bare cunt of yours is glistening with how bad you want it. And I’m more than happy to give it to you.”
She knew he was right, but damn him, he didn’t have to be so sure of himself.
“You should wait until it’s offered,” she said, trying to sneer.
He laughed. A low, deep vibration of humor that speared through her cunt. Oh hell, she thought, she was a goner. She backed away further as he came too close, only to bump against the bed with a gasp. He stopped, inches from her, staring down at her with naked, carnal intent as he reached around her. Her eyes widened as he glanced down at the silk stockings he held in his hand. Stockings she had left there the day before after removing them.
Terrie swallowed tightly. She was afraid to know what was going through his mind at that moment.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered her roughly.
Her eyes narrowed on him. The blood was rushing through her system from the chase, the arousal, the forbidden potency of his dominance.
“Make me,” she snarled. She wasn’t in the mood to submit to anything.
Uh oh. Satisfaction lit his eyes in a blaze of lust so intense it nearly seared her.
“I can,” he assured her, his voice dark, sexy. “But you can never go back, Terrie. Once you get a taste of the forbidden, you’ll only need more.”
And he was forbidden. She stared up at him, sensual terror washing over her in waves. Could she handle him? She had always known she couldn’t, so what the hell was she doing here now?
As she watched him, he turned from her abruptly, striding quickly to her dresser. Terrie’s eyes widened as he started pulling out drawers, one after the other, until he found what he wanted. The breath left her body when he turned back to her, another pair of her silk stockings gripped in his hand.
She swallowed tightly.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered her again.
“Like I said; make me.” She braced her body for the struggle to come.
Her cunt was aflame, burning her with need. Sexual intent filled his expression—dark, glittering with purpose as he stared at her, gauging her mood. Then, he smiled again.
Terrie darted away from the bed. She would be damned if she would make it easy for him. But just as she feared, there was little fight involved. His arms came around her, his heavier, muscular body controlling her easily as she struggled against him. She kicked out at him, gasping as her hands went to the hard arms encircling her waist as he wrestled her to the bed.
She cursed; Jesse only chuckled. He threw her to the bed, dodging her fists and her half-hearted kicks as he secured first one wrist then the other to the metal bars of her headboard with soft, silken ties. When he had that accomplished, he moved to her feet.
Terrie kicked at his hands, her body bouncing on the bed as she fought to keep him from securing her feet with the soft stockings before he tied the end to the bed.
When he finished, they were both breathing fast, rough, filling the room with the overwhelming scent of primitive, sexual needs. He stood back from her then, one hand going to his cock, massaging it as he watched her.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he growled. “Seeing you spread out before me, unable to fight me, unable to deny me.”
“Pervert,” she snarled.
He chuckled. “Nympho. You love it, Terrie. Your pu**y is so hot and wet I swear I think I see steam rising from it.”
Chapter Five
Terrie wouldn’t doubt it. The heavy, intense ache pulsed in her clit, clenched her womb. She was so horny she felt as though she was going to disintegrate with the need.
He moved to the bed then, lying down beside her, propping his head up with one hand as he watched her. The other smoothed across her abdomen as the muscles there clenched in excitement.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he told her, his voice soft, throbbing with lust. “Even before that stupid brother of mine f**ked up, I dreamed of having you like this. Tied down, your eyes big with excitement and apprehension, the sweet scent of your arousal tempting my senses.”