Free Make Me Yours by Rhyannon Byrd

miss something?” she asked slowly, starting to sound pissed. “Because I have a feeling I’d know if your dick was inside me. I seriously doubt that’s something that would go unnoticed, even if you
weren’t
huge. Which I could easily tell you are when you were grinding against me this morning!”
    â€œYou got oral sex,” he grated, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe his mouth. “And you came
twice.
So why the hell are you complaining?”
    Her eyes went wide, just before she suddenly scrambled away from him. She used the fall of her hair to hide her face as she quickly sorted out her panties and shorts. “Oral sex!” she muttered under her breath, lifting the cups of her bra before tugging down her shirt. “I can’t believe you!”
    He glared at her as they moved back to their feet, his dick so hard he knew he was going to be in hell until they finally made it back to his place, where he could grab a freezing-cold shower. Not that it would help. Now that he knew how fucking sweet she tasted, and how hot and wet her tight little pussy could get for him, he doubted anything but a long, hard, bed-breaking fuck would sort him out. Which meant he was seriously screwed, because he needed to keep his goddamn hands, as well as his dick,
off
her. Not
in
her!
    Shoving his hair back from his brow, he stepped closer and got right in her face. Well,
over
her face, since he was so much taller than she was. “What is your problem?” he demanded. “It’s not like I left you hanging. You came so hard you were screaming and damn near yanking my hair out!” Which he’d loved every second of, and wanted again. The sooner the better.
    â€œYes, your tongue is incredible and you made me come,” she seethed, her green eyes glittering with fire, hands fisted at her sides. “That’s not the point. The point is that I thought you were offering
more.
I thought I was getting the complete act, with you over me, holding me down, fucking my brains out!”
    He scowled, determined not to let her know how much her words affected him. “Where the hell did you learn to talk like that?”
    She looked ready to stomp her foot with frustration. “Like what? An adult? A woman? News flash, Scott: I grew up. A
long
time ago. You need to get your head out of your ass and realize I’m not that gangly seventeen-year-old you met all those years ago.”
    â€œI know you’re not seventeen.” His hooded gaze did a swift pass down her body, before locking back on hers. “And you’re sure as hell not gangly.”
    â€œThen stop treating me like I need a time-out.”
    â€œI’m just trying to be . . . realistic.”
    This time Lily was the one who made a sound like a growl. “God, you are so frustrating!” She fought the urge to kick him in the shin, figuring she’d end up breaking a toe in her sandals, and forced herself to turn around instead. She was standing at the end of the small hallway now, and the instant she faced the room she had to reach out and brace her hand against the wall. “Oh, shit.”
    â€œSon of a bitch!” he snarled from just behind her, obviously staring over her head and getting his first look at her room as well. The next thing she knew he had her trapped between his back and the wall, protecting her with his tall body, a gleaming black 9mm gripped in his powerful hand. She blinked, shocked that she hadn’t realized he had the gun tucked into the back of his jeans. He kept her behind him as he edged toward the side of the closet, kicking it open with his foot, making sure no one was hiding inside. He did the same with the bathroom, snapping for her to stay plastered to his back as he checked behind the curtains and under the bed. Only when he was certain the room was clear did he turn around and glare down into her eyes, the scar on his face turning white with his anger.