The man was just staring at me, darting his eyes back and forth while I was on fire. That wasn’t fair. I slipped my hand between my legs, rubbing three fingers up and down my pussy. With the thick denim in between, the friction I created was both painful and delicious.

His features changed, the look in his eyes entirely different. With a cock of his head, he finally placed his knee on the bed. “No touching what’s mine.”

Of course, I had no intention of obeying him, stroking my pussy while I shifted my hips. Being lightheaded was unusual, the tingling sensations adding to the excitement. Since when had I become a sex-starved maniac?

“You don’t own me.” My words weren’t just a statement, they were offered with a long purr attached. The flicker of light in his eyes had to be imagined, but I could swear for a few seconds they were no longer human.

His actions were swift and dramatic, swinging his leg over and straddling me while ripping both arms over my head. With as quickly as he’d moved, I was unable to prevent him from capturing both my wrists in one hand.

“When I tell you to obey me, that’s what you’re going to do.” His words were just as sensual as before, no animosity or threat, but even so, a series of electric shivers swept down my spine.

“And what if I don’t?” Why did I ask the question? Because I was genuinely interested?

He laughed, long and slow and sexy. “I don’t really think you want to find out.” With his eyes never leaving me, he lowered his head and I thought for certain to kiss my lips.

I was wrong.

His hot breath skated across my jaw while he appeared to be searching my face. What was he looking for? With the way his nostrils flared again, he appeared as the very predator he’d mentioned. A beast who’d not only stalked his prey but found her, now determining how he was going to feast on every single inch.

Why I was holding my breath while waiting to see what he’d do I wasn’t certain, but I was so very much alive and on fire that I couldn’t care less about anything else. He managed to keep his firm hold on my wrists, taking his time to study me. Goosebumps popped along my neck and arms from the raw excitement.

He noticed, his eyes lighting up once again just before he methodically dragged his rough tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. So slowly I couldn’t see his head moving. But I felt him. I sensed him. And my senses were infused by his scent, a fragrance of darkness and the forest, of wet grass and musk.

Like a beast in the wild.

When he reached my ear, he drove the tip of his tongue into the shell, teasing me some more just before whispering a question that would also burn into my mind forever. “Are you ready?”