Page 53 of Her Name in Red
He groans into my mouth; the sound vibrates through me, settling low in my belly. The hand on my hip slides around to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him. Even through his jeans, I can feel how hard he is, pressing insistently against my stomach.
I should push him away. I should maintain some semblance of control over this situation. But for once in my life, I don't wantto be in control. I want to see what happens when I let go, when I let Riggs take the lead.
All I can feel is Riggs—his hands, his mouth, the solid wall of his chest against my nearly naked body. He kisses like he plays hockey. Like nothing else in the world matters but the goal. And I’m the goal.
His mouth moves to my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
And his hands slide down my sides, fingers splaying across my bare ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
Chapter 19
Maren
The words hang between us, heavy with meaning. My lips part, but nothing comes out. My brain is scrambled, short-circuiting from his touch. I should say it. I should stop this because I don’t know if I can do it. I haven’t had sex with anyone in over a year.
Twelve months since I had driven that kitchen knife into my stepfather's chest, watching his eyes widen in shock as he realized his perfect little victim had finally fought back. Three-hundred-sixty-five days since I watched the life drain from the man who'd stolen mine piece by piece since I was sixteen.
Self-defense, the court had ruled. After my uncle made sure it couldn’t go any other way. He never once asked me if it was true. It didn’t matter if it was or not, but he believed me without question.
My prey are the closest a man has gotten before Riggs. The other night was amazing and the first non self-induced orgasm in a very long time, but letting him eat me out and fucking me are two very different things.
Instead, I tighten my grip in his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine. He makes a sound—half growl, half groan—thatvibrates through my entire body. His hands slide lower, gripping my thighs, and suddenly I'm airborne. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, ankles crossing at the small of his back.
Riggs turns, carrying me away from the kitchen. Each step jostles me against him, creating friction exactly where I need it.
He carries me to my make-shift bedroom like I weigh nothing, my back hitting the mattress with enough force to knock the air from my lungs. Riggs stands over me, chest heaving, eyes wild. In one fluid motion, he yanks his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his torso—the defined abs, the cut of his hips disappearing into his jeans, the light trail of hair leading down.
“You gonna stop me?” he asks, voice ragged.
I prop myself up on my elbows, meeting his gaze. “Shut up and fuck me, Rhodes.”
Something snaps in him—I see it happen, the last thread of his control breaking. He's on me in an instant, body covering mine, mouth crashing down. His hands are everywhere, rough and demanding, gripping my hips, my thighs, my breasts with a possession that borders on pain. It's exactly what I need.
I claw at his back, nails digging into muscle, marking him as he marks me with teeth and fingers. He tugs my panties down my legs with such force that I hear the fabric tear. I should care, but all I can focus on is the way he's looking down at me, like he wants to devour me whole.
“Fuck, nightmare,” he breathes, taking in my naked body. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I reach for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. “Show me, golden boy.”
He bats my hands away, undoing his jeans himself and shoving them down along with his boxer-briefs. When he kicks them off, I finally see all of him—every hard inch of the man who's been haunting my thoughts for months.
His cock stands thick and proud against his stomach, flushed and heavy. I've never seen anything so perfect in my fucking life. My mouth waters as he wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly from base to tip.
“This is what you do to me,” he says, voice like gravel. “Every fucking day for months. Walking around campus with a semi because I caught a glimpse of you.”
I watch transfixed as his hand moves up and down his length. A bead of pre-cum forms at the tip, and he swipes his thumb through it, using it to slick his way. My pussy clenches around nothing, already wet and aching.
“You gonna just stand there and jackoff?” I taunt, spreading my legs wider on the bed. “Thought hockey players had more stamina than that.”
His eyes darken, pupils blown so wide there's barely any hazel left. “Oh, I've got stamina, nightmare. Enough to make you forget your own fucking name.”
Before I can respond, he's dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed, those big hands wrapping around my thighs and yanking me toward him in one swift movement. My ass is at the edge of the mattress now, legs spread wide, completely exposed to him.
“Fuck,” he breathes, staring at my pussy like it's the Holy Grail. “Look at you, all wet for me already.”
I prop myself up on my elbows, wanting to see his face. “Are you going to stare at it all day or—fuck!”
