Page 51 of Tangled Control

The shirt finally falls to the floor. I take a second – or two – to savour the wide, suntanned chest and narrow hips in front of me.

I can finally touch him.His abs contract under my palms as I roam every inch of his toned torso, every sharply cut dip and groove. It’s not enough. I kiss a trail down his neck, graze my teeth along his collarbone, licking and tasting his skin.

“Christ, Cat,” Rian croaks, and then he pulls my t-shirt over my head. His hands are on me. He gently traces the faint bite mark he made two days ago before he cups my breasts, pinching the nipples.

“Ah, yes,” I gasp as the sting sizzles straight to my core.

My chest, breasts, shoulders, back, hair, face – every part of my body becomes an erogenous zone under Rian’s strong and demanding hands. I need more. At the same time as he pushes my pyjama bottoms down my hips, I tackle his trousers. The absence of a belt is a welcome shortcut. He kicks off his dressy shoes, and his tuxedo trousers fall to the floor, joined by mine. Black, hip-hugging boxers stretch around his erection. I swallowand grab Rian’s hand, urgently leading him to the bedroom. Once there, I push him onto the bed.

My heart hammers in my chest. What a sight he is, on his back on my small double bed, all toned and lean muscle. I laugh down at him. “Socks in bed, Mr Kearney? I thought you were classier than that!”

“It only shows you haven’t done your job of undressing me properly, Miss Taylor.” He grins back at me, eyes dancing with lust and mischief.

I pull the socks off – even his toes are perfection. I slide my hands slowly up the arch of his feet, up his sculpted calves and knees as I crawl onto the bed. His eyes are trained on my breasts and he licks his lips. Strong thigh muscles flex under my palms on my travel up to his boxers.

“I’d better get these off as well. Don’t want you to criticise my work any further, now, do I?” I toy with the waistband. Slowly, I drag his underpants down his long legs, freeing his rock-hard cock. It lies heavy against his toned abs, and now I’m the one licking my lips.

“Be a good girl and come here.”

My insides tingle at his words. His ab muscles bulge as he reaches down to grab my arms, pulling me to lay on top of him. Skin against skin.

“These off,” he mumbles against my lips and drags my underwear down my thighs.

I tilt my hips, rub my sex against his cock. He swears and as if a fuse went off, there is no holding back. Rian assaults my senses, touches me everywhere at once, as if to convince himself that I’m real. His carefully exercised restraint is replaced by a desperation that matches my own. My heart beats so fast and there’s a fire under my skin as I press my chest against his and entwine our legs, craving the friction as we move against each other, our kisses hard and bruising. Moans and pants fill the air.

Long fingers push between my pussy lips. No finesse, only base, rough touches.

“So wet, so fucking wet for me.”

I throw my head back on a whimper and claw at his shoulders as electric currents fizz from my clit. I hike my leg over his hip to give him better access. His hard length presses against me, painting my stomach with wet strokes of pre-cum as I rock against his hand.

I grab his cock, can barely reach around it. A groan rumbles from Rian’s chest.

“So hard, so fecking hard for me.” I grin, and his groan turns to a chuckle.

“Such a cheeky girl.” He finishes the sentence by piercing my pussy with two digits at the same time as he flexes his hips. I cry out and tighten my grip. My pants mingle with his loud, ragged breath as I move my fist up and down, increasing the speed as he does the same with his fingers inside of me.

My core tightens and my vision blurs. Oh God, if he continues doing this…

“Cat…” Rian whispers urgently.

“Yes,” I reply to his unasked question and guide his cock down to the apex between my legs. I take a sharp breath. “Stop!”

Rian’s eyes widen. “What?”

“Protection!”

I quickly scramble off him and scoot across the mattress. I lean over the side to rummage around the bottom drawer of the bedside table, not caring that I give Rian a full-on view of my backside.

“A-ha!” I exclaim triumphantly and throw a packet of condoms in his direction. “They may be expired, though.”

“I’m sorry.” Rian glances at me, all sheepish. “I know it probably makes me sound like a sexist pig, but if out-of-date condoms means you haven’t been with anyone in a while, thenthat makes me very happy.” He rips open a packet and sheaths himself without checking the date. Then he adds, “I don’t like the thought of you with anyone else.”

My heart jumps, and I want to tell him that I don’t like the thought of him with anyone else either, but I’m distracted as Rian languidly crawls on top of me, keeping his weight on his arms. The urgency is still there, and as he bends down for a tender kiss, it rapidly turns into a deep, demanding one. I circle my arms around him and push him down on me. He growls in my mouth and settles between my legs.

I tilt my hips up, too full of heated need to be ashamed of my eagerness. His erection presses against my core, and I gasp as he moves it back and forth, gliding over my drenched clit. Then he shifts his hips and pushes into me, filling me.

My head falls back on a hoarse cry and my nails dig into Rian’s shoulders.