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  “Screw you, bitch.”

  Robby’s eyes narrowed but Gray saw the expression in them a second before he covered it up. No way was he filing a report and admitting he’d be bested by a woman.

  “Er, no thank you. Been there, done that.” She swept him with a scathing glance, ending with a pointed look at his groin. “Nothing to write home about in any way, shape, or form. C’mon Gray, we’re leaving,” she said as she turned, stuck her nose up in the air and swept past him like a battleship in full sail.

  Gray paused for a moment, looking the other man full in the face as he issued a warning in a low and deadly voice. “Insult me, insult my mother; that’s fine. She’s dead and I don’t care. But upset Frankie again and I will hurt you more than you can comprehend.”

  Chapter Seven

  “Bollocks, that bloody hurt!” Frankie hissed, shaking her hand to take the sting away as Gray led her out of the front door of the hotel. She was mad. So mad she literally shook, not feeling the slight chill of the night air as they crunched over the gravel in front of the lobby steps.

  “He’s a twat. I can’t believe he said those things. What the hell is he doing up here anyway?” she demanded, looking up at Gray as though he had all the answers. He just shrugged, making his loose hair dance over his shoulders.

  “I don’t know, sweetheart, but I can’t believe you did that.” Capturing her hand he studied it for long moments. His sinfully soft lips pursed into a hard line, expressing his disapproval. “You might have hurt yourself when he hit your fist with his face.”

  His wordplay and the cheeky expression did it for Frankie. Amusement surged up, making the corners of her lips quirk, quickly followed by a laugh. “Yeah, there is that. Reckon I could charge him with assault?”

  “I think the cops would have an easier time believing that than him charging you.” He chuckled as he wrapped a large arm around her shoulders, pulling her in tight against his body. She went easily, happy to be nestled against him. Somehow, with just the lightest touch he made her feel protected and secure. It was an odd feeling, one as a modern woman she didn’t think she needed or wanted. But it was…nice.

  The semicircular driveway was packed with taxis so it didn’t take them long to find a ride home. No limo this time, but she didn’t care. As long as she was with Gray nothing else mattered. Tucking her into the backseat of a large blue sedan, he slid in next to her. His low conversation with the driver got her attention as he gave her address.

  “My place?” she asked softly as he sat back.

  “Yeah. That okay? I thought you’d be more comfortable there.” He lifted her hand as he spoke, brushing his thumb over her abused knuckles. She caught her breath at the touch, unexpectedly erotic as he lifted her hand to his lips and began to kiss the bruises one by one.

  “Yes, of c-course…”

  She was caught. The slight hum of the car and the radio on low in the front created a safe cocoon around them, cutting off the rest of the world until all that mattered was the two of them. Lights from outside the car washed over his face, a palette of colors reflected in his light eyes.

  “Thank you.”

  “What for?”

  He smiled, a sensuous curve of his lips as he moved. His hand lifted slowly to touch her hair, tangling in the curls that had escaped during the evening. His touch was soft, his expression gentle, but she had the feeling of being hunted. Stalked.

  Shifting in her seat, she brushed her thigh against his and the mask in his eyes dropped for a second, raw hunger beneath. Her breath left her on a shaky rush. He blinked and the soft look was back, but she wasn’t fooled. She’d seen the need and hunger. For her.

  “For what you said about Mum.”

  “Pfft.” She waved her hand dismissively. “He’s a twat, forget about him. He’s not important.”

  His thumb rubbed over the tender skin of her throat, just under her ear. A feather-soft touch, delicate and sensual, that seemed out of place for such a big man.

  “She loved you,” he said suddenly, breaking the charged silence between them. “My mum. Thought you were wonderful. I did too. Do. Fuck—” He broke off to laugh, the rich, deep sound reaching right into her and wrapping around her heart. She’d always loved his laugh. “Bugger, look at me. Open my mouth and manage to fuck a simple sentence up.”

  His hand changed position suddenly, cupping the side of her next as his thumb hooked under her jaw to make her look up. Capturing her, holding her where he wanted. His prisoner. Her breathing hitched as he looked down, his eyes blazing with heat.

  “I’ve wanted you for years, Frankie. Soon as I figured out what it was for, I about wore my dick out wanking…thinking of you.” His lips quirked. “Last of the great romantics, eh? Sure you’ve always wanted a guy to tell you he thought of you when pulling one off as a horny little teenager?”

  Sight unseen, she slid her hand down his chest, over his hard abs, and over his groin. Boldly, she stroked the thick, hard length pulling the fabric taut. God, he really was hung like a horse. Excitement and a little fear thrilled through her. Would she be able to take him all? She wanted to. All she could think of was him parting her legs and sliding into her, inch by thick inch.

  His grip on her jaw loosened, his eyes closing as a shudder rolled through his muscled body. She smiled, feminine triumph welling up as she moved down to cup his balls. This big, powerful man was completely at her mercy.

  The memory of the kid he had been was totally gone, banished by that hot encounter in the changing rooms. Now she had room to make new, physical memories of the man he was. The man she wanted to get horizontal with as soon as they could manage it.

  His hand slipped from her neck as he leaned back, spreading his thighs to grant her better access. Leaning forward, she ran her lips across his jaw, heading for his lips—

  The car stopped and they both blinked. Studiously, the driver rooted around in his door compartment as they both sat up, straightened their clothes. Frankie felt the blush crawl over her cheeks. Almost. In the car. Again.

  Gray smoothed his hair back and paid the driver before turning back to her. His expression was serious.

  “Last chance to back out, sweetheart,” he said softly, hand on the door latch. “I can order the driver to take me home. Because if I come up, it’s not going to be for coffee and cuddles.”

  * * *

  They were going to do this.

  Anticipation and excitement washed through her in equal waves as he led her silently through the quiet apartment building, big hand wrapped around hers. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was charged. Each little look they exchanged, each gentle stroke of his thumb over the inside of her wrist, drove the tension between them higher until her stomach was a mass of butterflies doing what felt like the tango.

  Anticipation coursed through her as he stopped in front of the door and held his hand out for her keys to open it. Unlike her, he managed to unlock it without dropping them all over the floor. She pouted a little in disappointment. The guy had an ass on him, firm and powerful, tight enough to crack nuts with. Her fingers itched to dig into it, preferably as he drove deep into her.

  The door swung open. A single light inside revealed the hall, but the rooms beyond were in darkness. He held the door open for her and she walked past him, feeling a little like a sacrificial virgin walking into the dragon’s den. And what a dragon. A glance from under her lashes as she passed revealed his expression and she shivered. His face was hard, tight with desire and need. Lust shone in his eyes and the rigid set of his body told how much control he was exerting over himself.

  All that control and all she wanted to do was test it, tease him until it broke, and find out what would happen if it did. A thrill of excitement danced lightly up her spine. He was so big; his tall frame made her feel tiny and delicate, despite her abundance of curves. He could easily hurt her if he wanted or if he wasn’t careful. But that wasn’t Gray. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, either through inattention or
by design. He just wasn’t built that way.

  She stopped in the hallway and placed her bag down on end of the narrow table. Behind her, the door clicked shut and her keys clattered into the bowl next to her hand. She didn’t look at him but she could feel his gaze on her. Her skin prickled, hot and cold chills racing over her skin to center between her legs, the ache there deepening by the second.

  He cleared his throat.

  “Do you want a drin—”

  “No.” Shaking her head, she cut him off. “Bedroom. Now.”

  His intake of breath was followed by a masculine sound of approval. As though he’d thought she’d never ask. “Fuck, yeah. Please.”

  Hard hands landed on her shoulders, firm not cruel as he spun her around. His mouth crashed down on hers a second later, sweeping aside her defenses and claiming her mouth with a kiss that rivaled the sun for heat. She gasped as the dam broke, her hands over him as much as his were over her. Touching, stroking, exploring.

  Backing her up through the darkness, he yanked the zip of her dress down, muttering an apology when the sound of fabric tearing filled the room. She shook her head.

  “Rip it, doesn’t matter. I just need you, right now,” she urged and mashed her lips against his to kiss him back. She didn’t care. It was just a dress. Right now all she cared about was getting him inside her.

  Her back hit a wall and he pinned her for a second, driving his big hands through her hair to hold her mouth still. His tongue thrust deep, exploring, taking, claiming. She whimpered, the sound lost in his mouth as he scattered the pins that held her hair in place. They pinged free, dropping to the floor in a light symphony of sound.

  A groan of pleasure escaped his throat as he slid his hands through her hair, winding the long locks around one fist and holding her lips in place as he started to strip her dress from her. She moaned and clung to him, her hands twisted in his shirt as the fabric dropped to her hips, and she wiggled them until it dropped to the floor.

  Yanking her away from the wall, he lifted her with ease, urging her legs around his waist. They both gasped as she settled against his rock-hard erection, the thick bar pressing against her clit in a way that made her eyes roll back in her head.

  “Oh God, baby. That feels f…antastic,” he gasped, then dragged her head back to leave a trail of hot, openmouthed kisses up her throat.

  She closed her eyes and ground her hips against his, her clit rubbing against his cock as he started walking. Each step was an exercise in delicious torture. The fabric of his trousers was expensive but against her clit, exposed by the fact her panties were still in his pocket, it might as well have been sackcloth. Heat coiled in her body, her pussy clenching as liquid heat slipped from her to dampen the front of his trousers.

  “So warm…no. Hot,” he groaned between kisses as he turned to shoulder a door open. Then they were in her bedroom. He made the bed in a couple of strides, dropping her to the soft surface and riding her body down at the same time.

  “God, you’re gorgeous…and you’re mine.”

  Bracing himself on his arms above her, he cut off her view of everything but him. His broad shoulders, eyes that blazed with an inferno of desire and need, his large body between her legs, his cock throbbing against her clit.

  “Not yours yet.”

  Her hands on his cheeks, she pulled him down for another torrid kiss. She couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, fine whiskey and pure Leighton. Highly addictive, it was her drug of choice and she happily cast herself in the role of junkie.

  “Soon,” he growled, breaking away from her to sit back on his heels. Yanking at his tie, he pulled it loose in a few quick jerks. Then stopped as he caught her watching him, her gaze lingering on the navy silk. If she’d thought his gaze was hot before, now it reflected the soul-blistering heat of the deepest parts of hell.

  “I want…” He stopped. Shook his head, the tie held loosely in his hands. “No, you wouldn’t.”

  He dropped his head, moving to cast the strip of fabric aside but she caught a flash of the expression in his eyes. Deep need…longing. Her heart melted. Whatever he was going to ask, it was obviously something he wanted deeply.

  “No, go on. Try me,” she offered, lying back to watch him. As she waited for his answer she skimmed her hands up her body, highlighting the curves of her waist before cupping her breasts through her bra. His hot gaze latched onto them immediately, hand gripping the tie loose at his side.

  She pushed the twin mounds together, making a deep cleavage before sliding her fingers into the cups at the center between her breasts. Slowly she slid them between her skin and the fabric, folding the satin back and under the curve of her breasts. He caught his breath, knuckles white as her nipples popped free and tightened as they met the cooler air of the room. Small berries dark against her skin, hard and aching for his touch.

  Closing her eyes, she arched her back and rolled her nipples under her fingertips, knowing he was watching her every move. His gaze was like a hot caress, worshipping the tender skin as she tortured it with her fingers.

  “I want to…” Determination washed over his expression and he pulled the tie taut in his hands. “I’m going to use this on you. Tie you up, pin you down, and make you come.”

  As though his words had reached deep inside her and clicked something on, a deep shudder rolled from her toes and shook every vertebrae of her spine on the way up. Her breath came in short pants as he crawled over her, his strong thighs bracketing her hips.

  He didn’t speak as he caught her wrists, hauling them over her head and wrapping the tie around them with quick, confident movements that said he’d done this before. He tied the knots off before looking down and stroking gentle fingers along her cheekbone.

  “You’re amazing, absolutely amazing.” His voice was full of rough reverence before he turned away swiftly, as though he couldn’t look at her anymore. Rolling to the side of the bed, he stood and started to undress.

  Frankie wiggled against the cool sheets, trying to find some relief for her heated skin as he roughly unbuttoned his shirt, tearing more buttons free than he undid. She sighed as his broad, muscled chest was revealed. Muscles that bunched and slid as he yanked the shirt off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

  His hands shook as he ripped at his belt, undoing the buckle with more power than finesse. The fastener snapped, the zipper yanked down before he shoved both pants and boxers over his hips in one go. Before she could get a look at his cock, he bent to dispense with his socks and shoes in quick movements. Then he was done, standing before her naked.

  “Oh my,” she breathed as her gaze wandered over him. He was hard, all over. She’d seen him stripped to the waist and it had stolen her breath. Totally naked…yeah, it was a bloody good job she was already lying down, or she’d be a big puddle at his feet.

  Thick and long, his cock jutted proudly out from his body as if to proclaim his masculinity. The head was wide, flushed a deep reddish purple, a bead of precum gathering at the slit like a tear. She bit her lower lip, mouth watering to get a taste of him.

  “Like what you see?” His voice was hoarse, close to breaking as he wrapped a big hand around the thick shaft and pumped lazily. The wide head played peekaboo with her as his hand moved in long strokes.

  She nodded, her throat too dry to answer. Unbidden, her back arched, the ache in her pussy rising to fever pitch. She needed him. Needed him inside her. Now.

  “Shh, I got you, babe.”

  The bed dipped under his weight. Firm hands slid up her legs, strong fingers sliding behind her knees to stroke the sensitive skin there. She trembled as he parted her thighs gently and let them fall open, eager for his touch.

  He swore again, the curse dropping from his lips reverently as his gaze latched onto her exposed pussy lips. A dark gaze, hot enough to brand her skin wherever it touched. Brand her as his.

  She bit her lip, mangling the plump flesh of the lower one with her teeth as he lowered his head, sliding t
o lie on the bed. His shoulders were broad, forcing her legs wider. Opened her completely to him. A whimper escaped her as his breath washed over her pussy lips. Heat licked through her as memories of what he’d done to her in that cubicle ran nonstop through her mind. Her cunt clenched hard, cream seeping from her entrance in a silky trail as she waited for the touch of his clever tongue.

  She didn’t have to wait long. A second later he licked her from slit to clit. Her breath caught in her throat as he attacked her clit with a sensual barrage of licks, flicks, and sucks, as though he was racing against the clock to see how fast he could bring her to climax.

  It was working. Stars exploded behind her eyes. Her hips bucked, grinding her pussy against his lips as she gave a low moan. But he didn’t give her respite despite her pants and whimpers. No chance to catch her breath or get used to his attentions as he slowly took her to heaven. Instead, he thrust two thick fingers deep inside her.

  She gasped, hips coming off the bed as he curled them back, hit her G-spot, then thrust in and out, rubbing the sensitive spot each and every time. In and out, again and again, licking and suckling until she was almost out of her mind. She writhed on the bed, pulling on her hands as she gasped and panted. She needed to come soon. Now. Yesterday.

  “Leigh…please,” she begged, unable to stay still under his touch as he ravaged her. “I need…I need—”

  He lifted his head, fingers still moving deep inside her. “What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me what you need.”

  “You! Please, just you.”

  “You’ll get me, sweets. All of me, I promise,” he murmured and dropped his head to latch onto her clit and suck hard.

  It was enough, just right and too much, all at the same time. Heat ripped through her, rolling outward from her core in unstoppable waves. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, milking them in place of the cock she wished was buried there, and rode wave after wave.