“Fuck yes.” He twisted the comforter in his fists. “More.”

“More of this?” Watching him innocently, she ran her tongue around the head in circles. “Or this?” She closed her mouth around him and took him to the back of her throat, sucking once again until she reached the head. Then she flicked her tongue against him with tiny, teasing licks.

He threaded his fingers roughly into her hair, bringing her head up to meet his tortured gaze. “I’ve tongued and fingered you, now it’s my turn. Give me what I need, baby. I’m dying.”

“When I’m ready. Baby.” Without thinking about her actions, simply obeying what felt right, she pinned his wrists against the bed and scraped her teeth over his belly, biting and licking the fevered skin as it shuddered under her mouth. When she took him back between her lips and finally gave him what he needed, she refused to stop stroking him with her mouth until his voice grew strangled from begging her to end the torture.

Hayden reached into her bedside drawer and handed him a condom. As he rolled it down his length, she played with her ni**les, tempting him to hurry. She straddled him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. He gripped himself in his big hand and sought her entrance, rubbing the plump head back and forth through her damp center.

“No more games.” Brent thrust into her halfway. “Ride me hard or not at all.”

Hayden wiggled her hips, stretching as she took more of him inside her. He gave an upward thrust, pushing deeper and deeper until she whimpered.

“Jesus, baby.” He groaned loudly, shifted. “Been a while?”

Yes. “No. It’s just you…you’re…”

Brent sat up, putting his face right in front of hers. He bit her bottom lip and tugged. “I’m what?” When she tried to kiss him, he dodged her mouth. “Say it. What am I?”

“Huge,” she whispered.

“That’s right.” His hands slipped up her back and gripped her shoulders. “And you’re going to take it.”

He pulled down on her shoulders, while at the same time driving his hips upward, imbedding himself deep inside her. Hayden’s head fell back and she screamed.

“Fuck, f**k, f**k,” Brent chanted gruffly against her ear. “Oh God, Hayden, you’ve got such a snug little pu**y.”

She felt impaled. Full. As though if she moved, her entire body would shatter into a thousand pieces. Already her thighs and stomach had begun to tremble. Brent gave her one hard kiss, then lay back down as if handing her the reins. His hands shook as they stroked up and down her thighs, telling her how much it cost him to give her control.

Wanting to please him as much as she needed to assuage the ache building within her, Hayden moved her hips once, testing, and nearly sobbed at the tingling heat that shot through her system, concentrated between her thighs. Brent’s eyes were squeezed shut, fingers digging into her skin as he muttered a curse. She braced her hands on his shoulders and increased her pace, angling her hips so she could rub against Brent where she needed him most. Sensations slammed through her with each roll of her hips, so intense, so foreign that she had to slow her movements to let her mind catch up with her body.

“Hayden. Look at me,” Brent growled beneath her. “Move those hips faster, or I’ll put you on your back. Do you understand?” Then his hand reared back and slapped her ass. Hard.

“Ah!” A struggle took place inside of her. She couldn’t deny the exhilaration that rushed through her as his hand connected with her skin. Possibly even wanted him to do it again. Yet at the same time, she wanted to berate him for touching her that way. For confusing her already-haywire emotions. “I’m going to kill you,” she whispered.

He sat up once more, wrapped her hair around his fist and growled. “Fuck me, instead.”

Something dark and dizzying raced through her. Need for pleasure. Need to wipe the arrogance off his face. Pure need. She pushed him back down onto the mattress and rode him with fast, bucking movements of her hips. Brent threw his head back on the pillows, face twisted into an expression of intense pleasure/pain, encouraging her further. She took his hands and leaned back, altering the angle without slowing her pace, and they moaned simultaneously at the new friction.

“That’s perfect, baby. Feel how deep I am?”

The beginning of her climax sizzled through her. She felt it coming, raced toward it, her body undulating atop him. Faster, faster, until she felt it scream across her nerve endings, tugging and exploding through her system like nothing she’d ever experienced.

“Brent! Oh my God.”

“Hang on, duchess. This isn’t over.” As the orgasm continued to wreak havoc on her senses, she felt Brent flip her over onto her back. He hooked his arms under her knees, drew them high and wide. Before she could guess his intentions, he began pounding into her, his thrusts deep and powerful. Hayden reveled in each one, each grunt of pleasure against her neck as he worked for his own release. She’d made him lose his control, turned him into an animal. It thrilled her.

As the promise of another orgasm tightened her middle, she dug her nails into his shoulders and raked them down his back, loving it when he bit her neck and pumped his hips faster. “Harder, Brent. Even harder.”

With a snarl, he wrenched her knees higher. “You think you can handle harder?”

“Can you give it?” she countered.

Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he drove into her with such force, the headboard of her bed slammed against the wall. Her insides quaked with the oncoming climax. Lost to the searing heat, Hayden gave in to an urge. Couldn’t stop herself. She raised the hand digging into his back and brought her palm down on his ass with a loud slap that echoed through the room. And watched him come apart.

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Hayden.” He threw his head back, eyes closed on a groan. “I have to come now, baby. It’s too f**king good.” His movements changed, grew staggered. Seeing his reaction, his loss of control, pushed Hayden over the edge once more and they moaned as they found their peak together.

Chapter Seven

Brent lay on his back in Hayden’s bed, still trying to catch his breath. He let his eyes wander over her bedroom for the first time as he racked his brain for something to say, something to explain what had just taken place between them. Since entering the room, he’d seen nothing but her. Decorated simpler than he would have imagined, the interior looked plush and rich nonetheless. Three floor-to-ceiling windows lined the west wall, looking out over the Hudson River. A billowy white canopy he’d neglected to notice draped down from the ceiling, resembling clouds over the bed.

He glanced over at Hayden where she sucked in deep breaths, her beautiful body slick with perspiration beside him, then quickly averted his eyes. The girl next to him, the girl who’d ridden him like the sexiest damn cowgirl he’d ever seen, looked nothing like the Hayden he’d come to know. Hair in a tangle, cheeks flushed with exertion, eyes clouded with wanting him…she’d been his secret fantasy come to life.

But that’s all she wanted him to be. A secret. His eyes landed on a chaise longue in the corner. He could just see her draped across it, pearls around her neck, diamonds in her ears. Laughing as she talked to some wealthy ass**le on the phone. She belonged to a very different world. One he had no desire to be a permanent part of. One she had no desire to include him in. He needed to remember that. When he looked at her again, he needed to remember that tomorrow she would go back to being made of ice and this night would live on only in his memory. When he walked out the front door, he’d never see this girl again. He’d only see Hayden Winstead, smug, sophisticated heiress.