Page 85 of Reckless Harmony

“One bad experience?” Holy fuck, her refusal to accept how dangerous it was for her would give him a fucking heart attack. “Rayna, he could have killed you!”

“He didn’t,” she said. “I’m fine, and I’m not hurt or -”

“You are hurt,” he snarled. “Jesus Christ, are you even listening to yourself? It’s like you want to be in danger.”

“There goes that victim shaming again,” she snapped. “That’s a real dick move, Stark.”

He was pretty sure he was on the verge of a stroke. “I am trying to keep you safe!”

“I don’t need you to keep me safe!”

“Well, someone has to because you obviously don’t give one fuck about personal safety. You are calling the sheriff’s office tomorrow and telling them you’ve changed your mind and want to press charges against Louis. Do you hear me, Ms. Abrams?”

She barked out angry laughter. “I’m not doing what you tell me to do, Stark.”

“It’s for your safety,” he repeated. “You’ll do what I say.”

“The fuck I will,” she said.

“Oh my God,” he said. “Why does everything have to be a goddamn fight with you? Just listen to me for once and -”

He made a muffled sound of surprise when Rayna grabbed the front of his t-shirt and pressed her mouth against his.

CHAPTER 29

Rayna shoved her tongue deep into Stark’s mouth, pushing him back against the counter before fisting her hands in his shirt and pulling him even closer. He groaned and angled his mouth over hers, exploring her mouth with hard and angry strokes of his tongue.

His big hands gripped her hips and yanked her lower body flush against his. She gasped at the feel of his erection against her belly and didn’t object when Stark opened her robe with two hard tugs.

He pushed it off her shoulders, and she let it drop to the ground. His hot gaze raked over her, and her back arched when he cupped one breast through her nightgown. He ran his thumb over her nipple, kissing her repeatedly as he toyed it into a stiff and aching peak.

He kissed her throat before growling, “Distracting me with your hot little body isn’t going to work, Ms. Abrams.”

“You sure?” she panted as she stuck her hands up his shirt. “Seems to be working so far.”

His free hand cupped her ass, squeezing it tight. “Only because I haven’t fucked anyone in a while.”

“You’re such an asshole,” she said before kissing him again.

He broke the kiss, giving her nipple a sharp pinch that sent a wave of hot lust over her. “That may be, but you still want my cock in your tight pussy.”

She nipped his throat. “Correction. You’re an arrogant asshole.”

He pulled her leg around his hip and ground his cock against her pussy. “Be nice, or I won’t fuck you.”

She gave his throat a harder bite, gasping when he gripped the back of her skull and yanked her head back. “No biting, little minx.”

He slid his free hand under her nightgown, grunting in surprise when he gripped her bare ass. “You weren’t wearing panties while talking to the sheriff.”

“Nice deduction, Sherlock.” She licked her way up to his ear, sucking hard on his earlobe.

He squeezed her ass before cupping her breast, and his fingers felt like heaven against her sensitive nipple. “From now on, you wear panties around men who aren’t me.”

She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. “Stop telling me what to do. You’re not the - oh fuck!”

He’d slipped his hand between her thighs, and she clutched his shoulders, unable to stop the soft moan from slipping out when he roughly rubbed her clit. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he pushed two fingers into her tight entrance.

She rose on her tiptoes at the invasion, and he sucked lightly on her bottom lip. “Look at how fucking wet you are for me.”

---