Free Pursuing Paige by Anya Bast Page B

gasped and wiggled her hips. God, he felt
good.
    Another inch wrung a long moan from her.
Another and another. Having him slid so unhurriedly inside her was
the most delicious torture.
    Kaiden bit his bottom lip, curled his fingers
into the bedding and groaned. “You feel so good. You don’t know
hard it is to go slow.” He pushed in another inch and bit off
another low groan.
    She no longer wanted him to be careful with
her. Now all she wanted was him inside her. She grabbed his ass and
thrust her hips against him. The rest of him slid inside until he
was seated to the base.
    “ Paige,” Kaiden groaned.
“ Y es .”
    Paige gasped at the sensation of being
completely filled. She dug her nails into Kaiden’s shoulders and
moaned his name. It felt exquisite to be so stretched, so
intimately possessed by this man.
    He shafted her slow, then faster and faster.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and enjoyed the way he
pressed her into the mattress with every thrust. Her climax came
fast and hard, overwhelming her—both in mind and body.
    “Paige,” Kaiden breathed above her. His big
body stiffened as he let loose.
    Breathing heavily, they collapsed in a tangle
of limbs and clothes. He lay beside her, looking spent. Now that
the frenzy of her lust had been sated—at least temporarily—it hit
her that just down the hallway was Jarek’s room. Had he heard them?
Alarmed by the possibility, she rose and reached for her
nightgown.
    Kaiden caught her wrist. “The clothes
should be staying off , not going
on, beautiful.”
    “Kaiden—”
    He sat up and pushed her gently onto her
back. “I know what you’re thinking. I can read it on your face.” He
paused and forced her to look at him. “You’re mine right now, Paige. Jarek had you for three whole
days. He knows where you are right now and he’s okay with that. I
need for you to be okay with that, too. You’re mine for this entire
day and Jarek knows it.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “Do I get a say in
this?”
    A wicked, sexy smile curved his mouth. “I’d
have a mind to tie you to the bed if you denied me, but, yes, you
have a say. You always have a say.”
    As he spoke, he rubbed her collarbone
slowly with the pad of his thumb. A moan caught in her throat. The
man was a troublemaker .
The mere look in his eyes made her breath hitch.
    “You’re not joking about tying me to the bed,
are you?”
    “No, baby, I’m not joking. I’m dreaming of
it.”
    She shivered. “Jarek told me you’d want to do
something like that.”
    “Do you have a problem with it?”
    “Uh. I should probably say that I do.” In
fact, the thought excited her.
    He grinned and leaned in, nipping at her
lower lip. “Stay with me,” he whispered.
    “I-I guess I can stay.” When he grinned at
her like that there wasn’t a possibility she’d leave.
    “Ah, good.” He smiled that wicked,
heart-stopping smile again. The one that made her stomach flutter.
“Can I tie you to the bed?”
    She shivered. He could do anything he wanted
to her.
    “Mmmm. I felt that shiver and I don’t think
it was from fear or revulsion.” He took the wadded up nightgown
from her hands and pitched it across the room. “I’ll remember it,
too.”
    “Remember what?”
    He pushed her back and fastened his luscious
lips around one nipple. His smooth, hard chest rubbed against her
stomach. The sensation had her closing her eyes in ecstasy. “That
shiver of anticipation.”
    Oh, man ,
she was in trouble.
    He stood and took her hand in his. “Get up,”
he said. He helped her up off the bed and guided her to an oval
mirror in the corner.
    Pushing her hair to the side so he could kiss
her neck, he stood behind her and put his hands on her hips. She
looked at her reflection. Tall and slender, she had the body of a
dancer. Narrow hips and hardly any breasts at all, her body was
corded with muscle and her feet were less than beautiful from years
of punishing treatment. Her toenails were damaged,