Book 1 - Page 4 (1/2)

I couldn’t even be horrified by the loud moan I let out—he felt better than anything.

“What’s that?” he hissed through clenched teeth, his hips slapping against my thighs, driving him deep inside. “Never been f**ked like this before, have you? You wouldn’t be such a tease if you were being properly f**ked.”

Who did he think he was? And why the h.e.l.l did it turn me on so much that he was right? I had never had s.e.x anywhere but on a bed, and it never felt like this.

“I’ve had better,” I taunted.

He laughed, a quiet mocking sound. “Look at me.”

“No.”

He pulled out just as I was about to come. At first I thought he was actually going to leave me this way, until he grabbed my arms and yanked me up off the table, lips and tongue pressing against mine.

“Look at me,” he said again. And, finally, with him no longer inside me, I could. He blinked once, slowly, long dark lashes brus.h.i.+ng against his cheek, and then said, “Ask me to make you come.”

His tone was all wrong. It was almost a question, but his words were just like him—all b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I did want him to make me come. More than anything. But I’d be d.a.m.ned if I’d ever ask him for anything.

I dropped my voice and stared back at him. “You’re an a.s.s**le, Mr. Ryan.”

His smile told me that whatever he’d needed from me, he got. I wanted to slam my knees up into his b.a.l.l.s, but then I wouldn’t get more of what I really wanted.

“Say please, Miss Mills.”

“Please, go f**k yourself.”

The next thing I felt was the cold window against my br**sts, and I groaned at the intense contrast in temperature between it and his skin. I was on fire; every part of me wanted to feel his rough touch.

“At least you’re consistent,” he snarled into my ear before biting my shoulder. He kicked at my feet. “Spread your legs.”

I parted my legs and without hesitation he pulled my hips back and reached between us before thrusting forward into me.

“You like the cold?”

“Yes.”

“Devious, filthy girl. You like being watched, don’t you?” he murmured, taking my earlobe between his teeth. “You love that all of Chicago can look up here and see you getting f**ked, and you loving every minute of it with your pretty t.i.ts pressed against the gla.s.s.”

“Stop talking, you’re ruining it.” Though he wasn’t. Not even close. His gravelly voice was doing wicked things to me.