Impulse

She wouldn’t care either. Instead she wiggled underneath him. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.

Maybe you should teach me a lesson.”

“Dirty.” They rolled, and she landed on top of him. “Why don’t you be in charge for a while?”

Sera laughed and shoved her hands under his shirt, pushing it up. “You think I don’t know the difference between being on top and being in charge?”

“Show me you do.” He grasped her hips and drew her into a smooth rock over him. “Take off your top.”

Crossing her arms over her body, she gathered up the hem and stripped the shirt over her head slowly enough to make it a striptease. “What else?”

Julio thrust up, and the hard line of his cock rubbed against her. “Your bra. Off.”

She held his gaze as she twisted her arms behind her back and undid each hook, knowing he’d hear the soft clicks. Slow and teasing, like she wasn’t five seconds from grinding her way to orgasm. The bra ended up on the floor, and she cupped her breasts without waiting for permission, eyes drifting half-shut as she pinched her sorely neglected nipples.

His hands slid over her skin as he slowly sat up and eased his tongue between her fingers. It rasped over her nipple, hot and wet, and he squeezed the fingers of her other hand tighter on her flesh.

“Oh, oh hell—” The duality of sensations made the room wobble. Rasping pleasure from his tongue on the left and a sweet edge of pain on the right as he pinched her own fingers until she moaned. She was panting before she realized it. Begging. “Take me. Take me, I don’t even care how, please, I want to be—” Yours.

He growled and popped the button off her shorts. “Naked.” Even as he breathed the command, he was arching up, digging his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans.

It was the first time she’d thought about condoms, and that froze her in place for a heartbeat before lust overcame hesitation and she squirmed off his lap to shed her clothing. It didn’t matter if she hadn’t remembered —he had.

She kicked her shorts and panties off the bed, then gathered his shirt in her fists and finished the job the fight had started, tearing the fabric from his body.

Julio had already opened his pants, and his hands shook as he rolled the condom down over his cock. “Come here.”

For the first time she disobeyed. Instead of crawling over his lap she licked his newly bared shoulder, then trailed kisses down the flexing muscles in his upper arm. His erection was enormous—maybe not porn-star ridiculous, but thick enough that she might need to learn new oral-sex techniques.

If he’d let her get her mouth around him. Right now he was stroking his thumbs over her shoulders, and she knew he was ready to grasp tight at any moment and pull her back into his lap.

Shivering, she closed her teeth on his biceps.

He snarled her name and pulled her astride him, one hand splayed across her back. “I want you.”

“So take me.” She nuzzled his throat, shaking with the restraint it took not to lift her hips and drive down onto him. “Anything you want.”

He hissed in a breath as his cock rubbed against her, and he lifted her far enough to position himself. “Anything?” The muscles in his arms flexed, and he began to lower her slowly.

The sensation stole her breath. He was thick, all right, solid and wide and pushing into her as her body yielded in slow motion. “Anything,” she gasped, and tried to rock down faster, to end the torturous friction along neglected nerves with one rough thrust.

But he held her tight, his eyes drifting shut as his throat worked. “Slow.”

Sera whimpered and licked his lower lip. “Not that your ego needs any help, but you’re really damn big.”

“Too big?”

She laughed against his mouth. “No, you cocky bastard.” He surged an inch deeper, and she caught her breath and clutched at his shoulders. “Not for this, anyway.”

He growled and held her closer, pressing her chest to his. “You’re so wet.”

“Getting wetter every time you growl.” His open pants rubbed against her thighs as her hips settled against his, and the fabric made it even hotter. As if he needed her so hard, so crazy, that he couldn’t be bothered to undress.

He’d gotten her naked, though, and she liked that too. “This isn’t what I expected,” she whispered against his cheek. “I thought you’d bend me over and ride me like a Discovery Channel special.”

His answer was a tease and a promise. “Not this time.”

“Evil bastard.” Her knees against the bed gave her leverage, but he wasn’t letting her ride.

There was nothing to do but feel him, hard and huge inside as she squirmed in helpless little rocks.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he slid one hand to the small of her back, tilting her hips closer so her clit rubbed the base of his cock. “You want something? Take it.”

The slippery friction set off trembles, and she whimpered and pressed her forehead to his shoulder, not ready for release to claim her. Not when she’d dreamed of this a thousand times, when he’d been her fantasy for almost a year. She had to fix every bit of it in her mind, savor the slide of skin and the way his hands felt when he touched her with confidence and command.

She had to make this last forever.

Julio’s mouth was everywhere, licking and nipping at her throat and shoulders. He bent her back until he could close his lips around her nipple, sucking hard, and thoughts of forever shattered into need and now. She cried out, scrambling to clutch at the back of his head, and her plea came on a sob. “Fuck me. Please, please, Julio, please fuck me—” He lifted her hips and slammed her down—hard. So hard it should have hurt, and maybe it did. Not as much as his shoulders had to hurt when she raked her nails across them with a snarling cry. The roughness snapped the leash on self-control, and she surged up and bit his chin in rough challenge. “Fuck me.”

Instead of another hard thrust, he rolled his hips up against hers. “No patience,” he rumbled.

“I like it.”

No patience and no self-control. She’d never wanted so hard without being caught in the grip of the mating urge, but that desire had always held a sick edge of helplessness. She’d submitted to it because she didn’t know how to stop, because biology hadn’t made her strong enough to deserve a choice.

This was choice. It was her choice when she licked his throat and set her teeth there, marking him as the roll of her hips shoved her higher. It was her choice when she planted both hands against his shoulders and shoved with all of the strength in her, driving him back against the bed so she could take him even deeper.

It was her choice to stare down at him, panting and so close to the edge, and give him everything. “Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m yours.”

His jaw tightened, and his nails bit into her skin. He gripped her hips and dragged her closer as he drove up, not just once this time but over and over. Her hands slipped from his shoulders, and she clung to the bedding and moaned every time he fucked up into her.

Four times, five at the most, and it was all she could take. Every muscle in her body seized at once, drawing tight as she strained toward relief. A desperate keening noise escaped her lips, a plea for something, and then her entire body was in movement, squeezing and clamping, and she bit his chest to keep from screaming at how good it felt to come around his cock.

Julio went rigid, his muscles shaking and tense. Then he rolled her beneath him and ground against her with a tortured groan. One hand wound in her hair, and he pulled her head back and bit her as he shuddered.

It was so fucking perfect she rubbed up against him, slicked her pulsing clit against his shaft until pleasure fractured again. Sharp and fast, too fast for another deep, muscle-clenching orgasm, but it still forced a cry from her throat as Julio eased his grip on her hair.

He was panting as he propped himself up on his elbows. “No patience at all,” he murmured with a smile.

Sera laughed and nudged her hips against his. “Who needs patience? We’re shapeshifters.

Don’t tell me you can’t go again if you want to.”

“Of course I can.” His smile turned to a dirty grin. “That’s not the point.”