His hands moved at his hips, my eyes dropped there and I saw he had yanked some hide ties loose.
Oh shit.
My body tensed and my eyes flew to his. “You and me,” more gesturing, “need to find a way to come together.” I clasped my hands together in front of me.
His hands moved lower down the sides of his hips and he pulled more ties so his hides loosened at his waist.
Shit!
“Okay,” I said softly, scooting back, “this is exactly what we have to get straight.”
Another set of ties loosened and his hides fell to the ground.
He was already ready to take me.
Shit!
I scooted back to the pillows at the head of the bed and lifted a hand up toward him. “Before we… carry on, we have to find a way to talk. Understand each other.”
His eyes dropped to where I was kneeling on the pillows then he turned, stepped free of his hides and calmly strode around the bed.
Fuck. Fuck. Shit!
He made it nearly to the corner of the bed at the head, completely casual about his erect nudity, something which I was not casual about because the man was huge and this meant all of him and I was not liking where any of this was going.
I scuttled to the foot of the bed and kept trying. “Please stop, sit and try to listen to me.” I pointed at him then cupped my hand at my ear and then pointed at myself.
He changed directions and strode back around the bed.
I scampered to the middle of it, my arm out, palm up to him.
“Please,” I begged on a whisper.
Mistake. Colossal mistake.
His arm snaked out so fast it was a blur. His fingers wrapped around my wrist and with a forceful tug that wrenched my shoulder and made me cry out, I was across the bed and up, my torso plastered to his, my legs dangling, feet skimming the bed and his arms were around me, caging me in.
I tipped my head back to look in dark eyes that were gazing down at me. Then I curled my fingers into the hard, warm muscle at his shoulders, exerting enough pressure hopefully to make my point and I whispered over my hammering heart, “Please, Lahn, listen to me.”
He didn’t listen to me. Oh no. He didn’t do that.
He shifted his torso so my legs swung to the side then he fell forward, his mammoth weight landing on me.
I was winded but I was not beaten.
That, that right there, was why we needed to get things straight.
I arched my back, shoved at his shoulders and shouted,
“Seriously, big guy, we need… to get… a few things… straight! ”
His hand trailed my side then went between our bodies.
I lost it.
On a frustrated, furious cry, I struggled.
This surprisingly worked. I managed to push him back, slide out from under him and nearly gain the side of the bed before I was caught at the waist and pulled back.
I whirled and fought.
I managed to use my nails to score his skin, opening up two thin, short streaks that beaded instantly with blood just under his shoulder and that shoulder rocked back as I froze in shock that I’d managed to wound him. Then he gave me his full weight, tipped his head down to look at the scratches and, fuck me, when he looked back at me there was something in his eyes I did not like and whatever that something was made him grin like he was supremely pleased.
Shit!
I unfroze and again gave it my all, just like that heinous night, grunting with the effort.
The problem was, even with the bastard knowing he was bigger than me, stronger than me, he gave it his all too and it became clear that if I wasn’t smart, and fast, he’d break bones if he had to.
God, I hated him.
And when he’d maneuvered me to my knees, my back to him, my wrists held in one of his fists pinned unmoving to my chest and I knew what was next, I reared back my head and shouted it.
“God, I hate you! ”
His free hand slid along the silk at my belly and his mouth went to my neck.
“Kah Lahnahsahna,” he muttered.
