Free Playing with Fire by Renee Graziano Page B

oh.” Sensation rippled through her body even as she spoke.
    His voice was low and commanding. “Reign, come here. You’re driving me crazy on purpose and I think it’s over.”
    All her life she’d dealt with dominant men and she knew that tone well. Independence was important to her, but picking her battles was always wise. It didn’t hurt that she was just as interested as he was in what was going to happen next, and he was dead serious. If she didn’t comply, he was coming to get her, so she might as well keep as much control over the situation as possible.
    She approached the bed. “You have something specific in mind?”
    “Those beautiful tits. My mouth.”
    “That’s pretty specific.”
    “Bring them over and I’ll be a happy man.”
    Reign crawled on top of him. “I like this position.”
    As she straddled his hips, his fingers lightly stroked first her hips and then the sensitive undersides of her breasts while she lightly rubbed her sex against his erection. His heavy-lidded eyes held her gaze. “Yeah. I like it too.”
    Reign knew he could feel she was really wet and slick. “I should take my shoes off. They might tear the sheets.”
    “No way.” He guided her up and down his hard length, encouraging the motion. “I like the shoes and I can afford new sheets.”
    “Fantasy is fine, but—”
    “Leave them on.”
    “Yes, sir.” Reign grinned and ran the tip of her heel up his calf. It had to hurt at least a little.
    “I need to be inside you.” He abruptly rolled her over, his breath warm against her lips, a lock of dark hair over his forehead. “I’m talking you have no idea how bad I need to be inside you.”
    “Go for it,” she challenged because she was pretty on the edge as well. “Fuck me.”
    Instead he kissed her, long but hard and fairly graphic about what he wanted. His tongue delved deep and then her knees were apart and he entered her so abruptly she caught her breath.
    Immediately he lifted his head, concern in those pure blue eyes. “Okay? Did I hurt you?”
    There was no doubt she was playing fast and loose with a man without rules, but he seemed at least intent on keeping the illusion going so she didn’t need to be afraid of him.
    “We’re good.” She nipped at his shoulder, maybe even drawing a little blood from the salty taste. “Don’t stop now.”
    “I’m not sure I could.” He sounded like he meant it even as he loomed over her, his mouth teasing her throat.
    It was a disturbing thought that his intellect intrigued her, his open sensual appeal aside. She normally considered herself a very self-aware person. With her background, she needed to be. Nick Fattelli broke quite a few of her rules.
    He began to move, thrusting in and out, the penetration urgent and possessive, and Reign moved with him, their bodies in an instinctive carnal rhythm that was so natural even in the haze of pleasure she noticed how well they matched each other.
    He was dangerous in more than one way. Not just to her person, but to her peace of mind.
    Deadly, even.
    How could she possibly feel safe?
    “Babe.” His lips touched hers as he withdrew and slid in again. “God, it’s good.”
    It was. Reign was getting close, the tension moving her higher and higher. Her thighs tightened around his hips. She pulled him closer. “Kiss me again.”
    He did, and she kissed him back, her nails raking his shoulders as it started to happen, her eyes closing as the pleasure crested and she sank beneath the tidal wave. As she came he reacted, his cry just strangled enough she registered it even though she was lost, floating, her body trembling. Her breath was caught somewhere in her throat.
    Eventually, she drifted back into the moment and realized he was moving his fingers in an idle pattern on her inner thigh, a slight smile on his face. He asked, “Hi? You with me again?”
    “That was—”
    “Incredible?” He licked her right nipple. “I agree.” Poised over her, he was all male