Page 18 of Untamed Heart

To maintain control. And to bring me to my knees. She was making that clear as she continued to work my cock like it was her sole reason for existing. And as badly as my instincts were screaming at me to take control, I held myself as still as possible. My dominant streak in the bedroom ran strong so relinquishing control felt about as natural as plucking out my own nose hairs one at a time, but I knew if I did something to spook her and put her back in her head, this would be over. And having this little taste after missing her for so fucking long, only to lose it again, well, that might kill me.

But I neededsomekind of connection, goddamn it.

“Eyes, Honeybee.”

That did it. Her blue eyes flicked to me, flaring with anger as my dick fell from her mouth with a pop. “Don’t call me that,” she barked.

There it was.

That flash of wild, untamed fury I’d once been so familiar with. It was that wild that made me fall for her in the single beat of my heart and imprinted on my soul. The relief I felt at seeing it again would have overwhelmed me if I hadn’t gotten a peek at the heartbreak that fire was masking.

Christ, the pain in her beautiful eyes gutted me. “Kota—” I started, reaching to drag my thumb across her cheek, but she wasn’t having any of that.

Jerking her face away from my touch, she rose on her knees and moved to straddle my hips between her lush, curvy thighs. Her hands slapped down on my chest as she leaned in, nearly nose to nose, when a warning shot through those angry blues like bolts of lightning.

“Let me tell you how this is going to go. You have two choices; you can either fuck me right now until I can’t walk straight, or you get the hell out of my hotel room. What’s it going to be?”

If her very existence hadn’t been stitched into my being so fucking long ago, I might not have recognized the woman hovering over me. But there wasn’t a centimeter of Dakota Riley, inside or out, that I wouldn’t recognize—not even in a room that had been plunged into darkness. I would have known it was her only from the heat and wet of her pussy hugging the underside of my cock as she hovered over me.

I’d been her first everything, and those gifts that were only mine had imprinted on me for eternity.

I answered without words, locking my arm around her waist and rolling, keeping her body pinned against mine as I whipped her onto her back so fast all that hair flew around her face like rays of golden sunlight.

I gazed down at her, allowing myself a few seconds to trace over every angle and soft slope of her face.Still the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,I thought to myself as she glared up at me with menacing challenge. Her eyes might be screaming how much she hated me, but the way she melted beneath the weight of my body, how her chest rose and fell like she’d run a sprint as her back arched unconsciously in an effort to drag her rock-hard nipples against my chest, said something altogether different.She needed this as badly as I did. Maybe even more.

One corner of my mouth curved up in a smirk. Not at the way her body belied her words and that murderous expression on her gorgeous face, but at how well I could still read her. Even after all this time. That told me everything I needed to know. She was still mine, whether she liked it or not.

She saw that smirk and glared even deeper, knowing exactly what it meant.

“You need be fucked rough and dirty, don’t you, baby?”

“I’m not your baby,” she argued, hissing the words past clenched teeth, even as her hips began to circle, undulating against me in an effort to drag my dick closer to the entrance of her cunt. Christ, I could feel her heat and the arousal dripping between her thighs, soaking both our skins. “Either fuck me or get the hell off me; I’ll find someone else to take care of what I need.”

Challenge accepted, I thought with wicked delight.

To prove to her how badly her body still craved mine, I trailed my fingertips across her silken skin, between her plump, round tits and down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. I kept my touch featherlight, teasing and playing with her in a way I knew would only make that fire burn hotter.

“Christ,” I grunted as my index finger circled her bellybutton. “How do you get your skin so fuckin’ soft, baby?” It was like touching velvet.

Dakota let out a broken breath as her body began to tremble with need. That was exactly what I’d been looking for as I toyed with her. I still recalled every single time we’d been together with perfect clarity, and the way she quaked beneath my touch, like pure adrenaline was pumping through her heart and veins, was the headiest fucking thing I’d ever experienced in my life. I used to play with her beautiful body just to see how intensely I could make her tremble for me.

“Roe...” My name on her tongue, even said as a curse, set my blood on fire.

“Yeah, Kota?”

Her fingers that had been clutching my biceps curled inward, digging her nails into my skin. I would have been lying if I said that sharp bite of pain didn’t make my dick twitch and leak with the need to be buried deep inside her.

She gnashed her teeth at me. “Stop teasing and get me off.”

On a chuckle, I reached down and cupped her between her thighs, the perfect heat of her pussy warming the skin of my palm.

“Fuck me,” I hissed. “You’re fuckin’ soaked for me, baby.”

“Stop... calling me... that,” she insisted breathlessly, but the way she shivered, rocking her body, proved her words a lie.

“Goddamn. This is all mine,” I stated as I dragged two fingers through her wet slit before focusing on her distended clit. That bundle of nerves was begging for my touch.

“It’s not because of you. I’m just horny,” she argued. I wasn’t buying it for a second, and based on the whirlwind of emotions that slid across her face, I could tell she wasn’t so sure herself.