Katee Robert - In Bed with Mr. Wrong

She dug at his shirt, stripping it over his head and tossing it aside. Next she finished shoving down his jeans. God, this man was magnificent, his body corded with muscle beneath tanned skin. She reached for his growing erection, but he intercepted her and lifted her arms over her head to press her wrists against the wall. “Don’t move.”

“But—”

“Condom.”

For one wild moment, she actually considered telling him to keep going, but a thread of sanity raised its head at last moment. She nodded jerkily. “Hurry.”

“Do. Not. Move.” He took two steps backward and then turned and strode down the hallway back into the living room.

She couldn’t see him from her position, and the temptation to remove her hands from the wall and lean forward to look was nearly overwhelming. She didn’t, though, because it felt absolutely wicked to stand here, completely naked, completely vulnerable to him. It helped that she could hear him crashing around the living room, cursing under his breath, and knew she was the one who’d driven him so out of control.

After one final crash, Ryan reappeared, already tearing open the condom. By the time he reached her, he had it on. He lifted her against the wall and Bri immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, a whimper slipping free when he nudged her entrance.

He worked his way into her with small strokes, each one spiking her pleasure higher. She tried to arch into him, but his grip on the back of her thighs held her open and helpless. He teased her, not going as deeply as she needed. And, God, she needed so much, it terrified her.

“You’re thinking too much.” He shoved into her, sheathing himself completely. The nearly overwhelming fullness had her closing her eyes and hissing out a breath even as she gripped him tighter. “ Fuck .”

The word came out so harshly, and yet knowing she affected him so deeply warmed her unexpectedly. Bri nodded, trying and failing once again to lower herself and take him deeper. With him pinning her in place in so many ways, holding so still, the need for friction drove her nearly out of her mind. He didn’t move, though, and she couldn’t. “Please. Please. ”

Pressure built in her, only made more intense by the barest friction of her frantic attempts. Ryan’s breath hitched. “You feel so fucking good.”

Nowhere as good as he felt inside her. She clung to him as he spread her thighs and pounded into her, each stroke driving her higher. “Right there. Oh God, right there.”

“That’s it, honey. Come for me.”

It was as if her body had been waiting for this very moment, when they were joined so closely, to finally let go.

As if she needed to be held down by Ryan in order to be free.

And nothing in her life had terrified her more.

What did this woman do to him?

Ryan sank to the floor and pulled Bri into his lap. He wanted to say something, do something, to cement this peaceful feeling soaking into him. Maybe, just maybe, they were finally getting somewhere. “Come on.”

“What?” Bri blinked up at him as he shifted her to the carpet next to him and stood. He would have liked to think that her expression was caused by the aftereffects of her orgasm, but he didn’t think so.

“Come to bed with me.” He held out his hand, which she proceeded to look at like it might jump off his wrist and go for her throat.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He gritted his teeth and strove for patience. “Honey, I just banged you against the wall. I’m pretty confident that coming to bed with me isn’t going to cross any more boundaries.”

Instead of being reassured, she only looked more determined. “No. We’re not sleeping together.”

“We just did.”

She struggled to her feet and hurriedly gathered up her clothes. “No. What we did was have sex. Sleeping together isn’t the same thing.”

It shouldn’t have felt like a slap to the face. But it did. “So I’m good enough to fuck, but I’m not good enough to sleep next to on a massive king-size bed.” He shouldn’t be surprised. He’d been fighting to be considered worth something for his whole damn life, and she’d just thrown it back in his face. Stupidly, he’d thought that maybe she’d felt some of the same connection he had while they were all tangled up in each other.

Guess not.

The pile of clothes she had clutched to her chest dipped, as if she were really considering it. “I… That’s not what I meant. It’s just—” She closed her eyes and, when she opened them, the warmth those baby blues had previously held was gone. “Will you please put on some clothes?”

God forbid. Ryan leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “You weren’t complaining a minute ago.”

Her face flamed as if he’d just said something seriously inappropriate. “That’s not fair. If you can’t maintain the boundaries I need, maybe we shouldn’t have sex anymore.”

Absolutely not. He wasn’t about to let her avoid this conversation and make him feel like a dick when it was her idea to begin with. Ryan clenched his jaw as he disposed of the condom and yanked on his jeans. He wasn’t close enough to touch her, but she gave his groin area a wild look—as if he were really going to pop his cock out uninvited.

Ryan wasn’t always a gentleman and he wasn’t always nice, but he didn’t disrespect women, and he sure as fuck didn’t push them into a situation where they’d feel uncomfortable. Considering she’d just had her legs wrapped around his waist while begging him to fuck her, her acting like he was a Neanderthal now grated. “Stop it. Just fucking cut it out.”

Her gaze flew to his face. “I don’t understand.”

“Stop looking at me like you think I’m going to haul your ass over to the bed and fuck you.”

She gasped and her eyes went wide. If she hadn’t licked her lips, he might have actually believed she was scandalized. She wasn’t, though. She wanted him again—just like he wanted her.

Too fucking bad.

He wasn’t going to play these games with her and her mixed messages. Ryan might be fighting everything in him to avoid doing what he’d just described to her, but he sure as fuck wasn’t going to touch her until she figured out whatever her issue was. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward until his face was bare inches from hers.

“Let’s get something straight. I’m not a toy you can pick up and then throw away when you’re done with me. You don’t want to sleep in the bed? Fine. I’m not going to tie you up and force it on you, but I’m sure as fuck not going to let you keep flipping around on me. You need to make up your mind about what you want. When you do that, let me know.”

Then he stalked down the hallway and slammed the door. Under normal circumstances, there was no way in hell he’d let a woman sleep on the couch while he took the bed, but…

Shit. He still couldn’t.

Cursing himself up one side and down the other, Ryan threw open the door. She still stood wide-eyed in the middle of the hallway where he’d left her. “Take the bed.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have five seconds to get into the bedroom and shut the door, or you’re sleeping on the couch.”

She gave a short nod and slid past him. “Thank you.” Then she was gone, the door shutting between them.

It felt like yet another wall coming up.

…

Bri curled up in the middle of the massive bed, but no matter how tired she was she couldn’t shut off her racing thoughts. The fact that Ryan wanted to share the bed was a big deal. She wasn’t sure what it was a step toward, but as soon as he’d offered, she’d nearly had a panic attack. Every time she had sex with him, she fell a little more under his spell. She’d already had to forcibly remind herself that he wasn’t sticking around—and he never would. He was shipping out in a little over a week. It was at the top of a list of reasons they shouldn’t be together, a list that only seemed to get shorter as time went on.