Free Slave to Love by Nikita Black Page B

one?”
    “I could pin you up against this wall, spread your legs and fuck you till you scream.”
    He bent his knees and moved against her, center to center, in a slow, provocative imitation of what he wanted. Of what she wanted.
    “You like to scream when you come, Caro?”
    Her world tilted and she felt herself sliding, down, down, down. “I— I've never—”
    “I can make you scream. Want to come over the edge with me?” he murmured, trailing his hands further up her body, dragging her sleep-shirt along.
    The smooth cotton of his T-shirt slid over her bare breasts, and the rough denim of his jeans rubbed against her trembling thighs. His zipper bulged enormously, pushing into her.
    “Yes,” she heard herself whisper. “Take me over the edge, Mick.”
    A sound of triumph rumbled from his chest. Before she knew what was happening, he'd whipped off her shirt and was pressing one of the red packets into her hand.
    “Open this,” he ordered softly, and took a step back.
    In a daze she stared down at the condom and fumbled with the edges of the wrapping. She could hear his rapid, efficient movements as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
    There was a pause, then he took the unopened packet from her hand. “Change your mind?”
    She looked up and saw hunger and need in his eyes, struggling to burst past the iron control she also saw there.
    “No,” she murmured, wanting him badly, despite her panic.
    “Good.” She heard a quick rustle, then he stepped forward, crushing into her once again. “Scared?”
    “Terrified.”
    Grasping her hands, he linked his fingers with hers and raised them over her head. “I don't ever want you to be scared with me, Caro.” The toes of his boots nudged first one, then the other of her feet wide, wide apart.
    “I'll try.”
    She hung suspended, her only support his strong hands holding hers, his thighs pushing her up against the wall. She was nude, her legs spread, and she had never felt so vulnerable in her entire life. She trembled all over, feeling completely out of control.
    She was about to cave in to her fear when he said, “If you're ever afraid, really afraid, and you want me to stop...whatever I'm doing...just call me Detective.”
    She met his solid gaze with her unsteady one. She knew what this was about. He was giving her a safe word. It's what people did when they were into bondage and stuff like that. So things wouldn't go too far. So everyone felt comfortable at all times, secure in the knowledge that they could stop whatever was happening with a single, pre-arranged word.
    She gave in and bit her lower lip. His thumbs caressed small, patient circles in her palms. She peered up at him, at this giant, broad-shouldered, muscular, totally intimidating man who had her knees shaking and her insides doing things she'd never thought possible.
    “And if you get scared,” she said from her place against the wall, “you can call me Officer.”
    He blinked. And a wicked, wicked grin spread across his face. The grin of a sultan who'd just been handed the key to a roomful of innocent dancing maidens captured from the enemy.
    Then he plunged into her and all thought ceased.

 
    Chapter 5
    Mick groaned, withdrew, and thrust deep into Caro's wet, blinding heat.
    “Ah, baby, you feel incredible. This is where I want to be. Exactly where I want to be.” He tightened his grip on her hands and drove into her again.
    Her lips parted on a gasp, and she looked up, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Oh, God, Mick.”
    He let one hand go and stabbed his fingers through her hair, winding the silken flax around his palm to hold her in place. Then he covered her lush mouth and kissed her hard. His pulse raced at her sexy whimper and his cock thrilled to her legs lifting to wrap around his waist. She tasted like cool wine and hot woman. Damn, she was fine.
    He hilted again in a single powerful stroke, sucking in her cry like succor. After a year