He lays me down, my head rest against the silk of the pillow as my hair fans out in wild waves. His hands move down my body, his fingers ghost over my skin and I let out a moan that causes him to snicker as his hands cup and gently message my breasts. His fingers skim down my torso, brushing my ribs and drawing more moans from my lips as his touches becomes more forceful.
When his hands come to rest, he presses his thumbs into the hollow of my hip and I feel the hardness of his erection press against my entrance. I lock my hands around his wrists, holding him to me. I hear him snicker again and I smile up at him, his eyes are burning with desire as his lips brush against mine, silently asking me for permission. I part my lips and our tongues start to duel, both of us seeking control and both of us are unwilling to release that control. I thread my hands into his hair. I twist, pull, and dig my nails along his scalp as I deepen our kiss. When we break we're both breathless but hungry for more.
I raise my hands and run my thumbs along the line of his jaw, his lips turn up into a brilliant smile and I cup his face and watch as his eyes fall closed. I feel his lips place feather light kisses to my palms and I let out a moan as his hands wrap around my wrists as he pulls my hands away from his lips and slowly raises them above my head. His lips travel along my jaw line and when he reaches my ear lobe I feel his teeth gently nip and I let out a moan as he begins to suck and flick at the tender flesh. "Fiona." His breath is warm and my name falls from his lips like sin.
His hands remain around my wrist, I gently pull against his hold and his grip tightens as he pulls my hands higher above my head. For a moment my mind races, he wants me to submit…he wants me to let him win, and I fight the urge to head butt this asshole to kingdom come. Fiona Glenanne submits to no one…especially a man.
But the man above me is no ordinary man. A normal man will never end up here in my bed. Normal men with normal job and normal lives bore me. I can't accept the "9 to 5" lifestyle of carpools, soccer games, and PTA meetings.
I need a man with tactical awareness, who knows the number of exits in a building, who can shoot any gun, who doesn't mind when things go boom. This man is one of a kind, the only one that can truly handle me, the only one that excites me, the only one that I have ever loved, The only one I will submit to.
"Michael…"