Taming the Wildcat (Sargosian Chronicles) Read Free Page B

forward once more. Her eyes widened as he slipped another half inch into her welcoming heat.
    “You like that, baby? Want me to do it again?” he whispered against her neck, unable to stop kissing her, to stop touching her. He felt out of control in a way he never had before. Rather than scaring the hell out of him as it should, he couldn’t get enough.
    “Oh god, Roz, yes…do it again.”
    She braced her free hand on the desk, knocking a stack of files to the floor as he drove deep into her core. She rolled her hips, adding a little twist. He gasped as the muscles in her pussy clenched down on his cock, shooting fire through his veins.
    She was going to kill him with the things she said, and the way she moved her glorious body against his. He slid into her again, marveling at the way she writhed beneath him in ecstasy.
    Holding onto the edge of the desk, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, going harder and deeper. The desk protested as the feet scraped against the deck plating; but it was sturdy and it would hold them. He broke eye contact for a few moments to look down. Her firm breasts bounced underneath the silky purple fabric with each hard thrust.
    Leaning down, he planted kisses on the inviting swells of flesh. His gaze continued its downward journey. The skirt of the dress had bunched up higher where he held her leg wrapped around his hip.
    Breathing in hard pants, he watched his cock move in and out of the hot, tight sheath of her pussy. The wet noises of his movements were accompanied by the sound of his hips smacking against her body. Seeing his body joined with hers in such a sensually, raw way was a massive turn-on. Incredibly, he swelled even larger.
    Lifting his gaze back to hers, he saw her watching their bodies join as well. The sight of her seeing him claim her body in the most primal act between a man and a woman hit him like a punch to the gut—strong and unexpected.
    Squeezing his eyes shut, he struggled to hold onto control. So close, a stroke or two more at most. He refused to take his pleasure before he had seen to hers. Driving into her as hard and deeply as he could, he held his hips still. Clenching his jaw tight almost to the point of pain, he concentrated on not coming. His entire body shook. A whisper of sound, and he felt her shift beneath him on the desk.
    A warm, soft hand caressed his cheek. Opening his eyes, he stared down into her darkened eyes. Her other hand came up, so his face was framed between her palms. Trapped by her soft gaze, he felt as if she could see into his soul. She didn’t shy away. She didn’t know him, but still, she looked at him as if he could do no wrong. Complete and utter acceptance.
    She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Spread out on the top of the desk like some pagan sacrifice, her hair a golden halo around her head. She took his breath away without even trying.
    Lifting up, she kissed him gently. The words she whispered against his lips shot straight to his heart. “Stay with me, Angel…I’m right here.”
    Her next kiss was urgent and full of desire, need and urgency filling it. “Don’t stop, Roz…not yet.”
    Capturing her lips, his kiss went from gentle to ravaging in the span of a heartbeat, the fire of his passion unleashed with a vengeance. Gathering her close, he cradled her in his arms, holding her tight as he kissed her deeply until they were both breathless.
    “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t stop. I won’t let you fall,” he promised against her lips as he gathered her tightly against him. Holding her gaze, he pulled back and surged into her again. So deeply, it felt as if there was no separation between them, as though they’d merged into one being.
    He pulled her from the desk, her slight weight in his embrace as he drove into her again and again. His every movement a declaration as he claimed her with his body.
    Hers tightened around him until he thought he’d explode as the first tremors of her climax hit. Deep