Spider Game (35 page)
T
rap rolled, taking Cayenne with him, keeping his body locked tightly with hers. Her smaller body sprawled over his, and he reached down and jerked up a sheet, covering her. His hips kept up the slow, sexy glide. He was sated, happy, but still semihard. He knew it wouldn’t take much to get him fully hard again, and the tight channel with the ripples of silken fingers fisting and caressing was doing just that.
“You should be paralyzed,” Cayenne reiterated, green eyes wide with shock. Her hands smoothed over his skin. Clearly she was agitated and still upset no matter that he clearly wasn’t reacting to the venom.
“I’m not,” he said, and wrapped his palm around the nape of her neck to bring her head down to his so he could take her mouth again.
I love your mouth, Cayenne,
he told her, even as he showed her.
So fucking beautiful, you take my breath away, baby.
She kissed him back. Poured herself into him. Into the kiss. One turned into half a dozen. She lifted her head the inch or so his hand allowed, staring down at him in wonder. He liked that the back of her head fit nicely in his palm and her thick, wild mane of black hair tumbled around her face and body, pooling on his chest and the mattress under him. It was sexy. More than sexy. Every movement made him feel as if he was totally covered in silk.
“How, Trap? How come you aren’t paralyzed?” She looked close to tears again. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t stop myself. It’s a compulsion when I’m overwhelmed. I was so afraid it would happen. I tried to tell myself it wouldn’t but…” She trailed off, looking more confused than ever.
“Baby. Really? Did you think a man like me wouldn’t figure out how to be immune to bites?
Your
bite? I knew I was taking you to bed. I plan on getting you very excited in a lot of different ways. Self-preservation alone told me I’d better figure out how to cope with your bites.”
Her wide-eyed shock slowly turned to comprehension and then she narrowed her eyes. “That’s what made you late moving here, wasn’t it? Instead of working in your own lab here, you worked it out in Wyatt’s lab so I wouldn’t catch on to what you were doing.”
His hands spanned her waist, keeping her seated fully over him as she sat up. The movement took him deep, and instantly his cock swelled, going hard like a steel spike, pushing against her soft tissues, forcing her inner muscles to accept him all over again. He refused to allow her to leave him, so she sat there, her long hair a dark cloud shimmering around her body, her green eyes going emerald and her soft mouth frowning at him.
“Even when you’re pissed as hell, you’re so damned sexy I could eat you alive,” he said. He did a slow thrust upward and watched her breasts sway with the jolt.
“I can’t believe you.”
“Your man believes in being prepared, and aren’t you glad I was?”
She didn’t reply, but threw her head back, grinding down on him. He lifted her nearly off him and then, controlling the pace, brought her back slowly over him, sheathing his cock in hot silk.
“Harder,” she breathed, trying to twist her body to get what she wanted.
“Not yet, baby. I don’t want you to get too sore. Just ride me slow.” His hands urged her to accept the slow, easy, almost languid rhythm he set.
“Trap,” she protested, but she did as he asked, rising slowly, her tight muscles dragging over him, creating a delicious friction for both of them. Creating a slow, scorching-hot burn.
“Slow can be good, Cayenne,” he explained. “We’re going to take this slow and easy until neither of us can take it anymore.”
She moved on him, following his lead, her body so tight he could barely stand the pleasure as she wrapped him in heat and silk. Her hair swung around her with each movement, sliding over his skin. His gaze stayed on her breasts for several long spectacular moments and then drifted lower, to watch himself disappear inside her and then reappear as she lifted her body.
“Look, baby,” he said softly. “Look at us. Fucking beautiful. Sexy as hell. That’s my woman. I love the way you take me inside you.”
She looked down at where they joined together, watched the long, thick length of him appear and then disappear as she slowly rode him. His hands found her breasts and began a slow massage. She bit her lip.
“Touch my nipples, Trap. They feel like they’re on fire.”
He did so immediately, his fingers tugging hard. He raised his head as he urged her body down over him so he could take one hard nipple into the heat of his mouth, suckling strongly, using his tongue and the edge of his teeth. She gasped, and he felt liquid fire bathe his cock.
“I need harder, Trap,” she whispered. “Please, honey, this is making me crazy.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I do. I really do, but it isn’t enough. Even my blood feels like it’s on fire. I can barely stand the tension. I’m right there. So close, but I can’t go over. I need to go faster and harder. Please, Trap.”
He loved the soft plea in her voice. The need in her. The way she had no problems demanding and asking for what she wanted. He loved that she pleaded with him and wasn’t in the least embarrassed to do so.
He gave her harder. Faster. Rougher. He used his mouth and his hands and cock to drive her up higher. He watched her face the entire time. Her every expression. The way her breasts bounced and swayed with each hard jolt. The way her eyes went hazy and her breath turned ragged. The flush turning her skin a rose color and the way her mouth opened and that shocked pleasure came over her face right before the orgasm took her, roaring through her so that her body clamped down hard on his.
Still, he drove into her right through that exquisite contracting, needing to watch her while he gave that to her before he let go himself, giving himself up to the same fire. He pulled her down over him, wrapping his arms around her, finding her mouth unerringly to take her gasping breath right down his throat. He loved that too.
Her heart beat hard against his chest. He could tell she was exhausted. He was too. It felt good. Not just good, great. He allowed himself a few minutes to just hold her while their breathing settled. The lacy veils of silken webs hung like artwork around their bed, creating such an intimacy that he felt his need of her crawling down his throat to wrap around his heart.
“Trap?” Her voice was a soft whisper running over his skin like fingers.
“Right here, baby,” he whispered against her neck. He slipped his fist into her hair, sifting through the long, thick mass.
“I’m so glad you found a way to be immune to my bite. I think that might happen again sometime.”
He could tell by her voice she was not only afraid that she might bite him again when their sex got out of control, but she knew she would because the urge was not as controllable as she would like. This time there was trepidation in her tone.
He gently tugged on her hair. “Good thing I find your bite sexy as hell. Everything about you is sexy, Cayenne.
Especially
your bite. I love that I’m the only man in the world who is safe around you.”
There was a small silence. He felt her lips curl against his chest. Her tongue licked at his skin. “You’re not
entirely
safe.”
He laughed softly. Happy. He could sleep just like that – her sprawled over him, his cock still in her. Not that it would be fair to her. She needed care. He kissed her neck and forced himself to do the right thing. She had gotten to him as no one in his life ever had. “I’ve got to get up for a minute. Stay here and let me get a warm washcloth, baby,” he said. “I’ll clean you up and we can go back to sleep.”
She made a little sound of protest, but loosened her arms.
Very gently, Trap allowed his body to slide away from Cayenne’s as he put her on her back. She watched him as he got out of bed, her gaze drifting over his body. There was evidence of her innocence on his cock and thighs. He liked the way she looked at him, that dark green creeping into the vibrancy of the emerald.
“You told me that once I was in your bed, when I was yours, you were going to share some things with me, Trap.”
He cleaned himself thoroughly, taking his time, wincing at her words and trying to think what he could say to her to keep her with him. He had promised that to her and he was a man of his word. She gave him honesty, and he couldn’t give her less. He ran hot water onto a cloth and carried it back to the bed.
He sat beside her and gently drew her knees up. He opened her legs, using his hands on her thighs. He used the washcloth gently and very intimately to clean her. “I did say that, didn’t I?” Happiness slid away to be replaced by knots in his guts. Hard, tight ones that told him the ice in his veins wasn’t going to protect him. If he told her the truth about what was waiting for her, and that he knowingly dragged her into danger with him, what would she think of him? She already had enough danger surrounding her with Whitney sending his soldiers after her.
“Trap?”
“Give me a minute, baby.” He needed more than a minute. She’d given him her body. Surrendered completely to him, just as he’d asked of her. He actually
liked
being in her company. Before, with any other woman, ice had come back, and sometimes, even when his body wasn’t sated, he had to leave. Get away from the woman, because the moment she opened her mouth she made his head want to explode. He’d never had this before – this desire that had grown into a need and now was pure determination. He wasn’t going to lose her.
He took his time getting rid of the washcloth before padding barefoot back to her. Sliding into bed, he drew up the covers, turning to her to slip his arms around her and pull her small body close to his. “You certain you want to hear this now, baby? You need more sleep. I’m not going to be through with you for a very long time. I plan on feeding you, fucking you and sleeping with you, for the next few weeks until neither of us can move.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed softly, “but you promised me. I need to hear what you have to say.”
He sighed and dropped his chin on the top of her head.
“Why don’t you want to tell me?”
“You know why, Cayenne. You may not have been with any other man, but you’re intelligent and you can also see the difference between a man like Wyatt and me. He’s a good man and he’s going to be a fantastic husband to Pepper. I’m going to drive you insane with my personality. I’m going to hurt you when I’m not thinking before I snap at you. I don’t like a lot of people around me, which means you aren’t going to be attending a lot of parties and have tons of friends around you all the time because I’m going to want you with me, not out gallivanting around with your friends. I’m bossy and demanding and I’ll expect sex whenever the fuck I want it. Adding more to my long list of sins isn’t conducive to making you want to stay.”
She slid her hand down his forearm to his hand – the one splayed possessively over her stomach. His belly knotted more. He hadn’t even told her he was already trying to plant his child in her. She was new to all this and she wouldn’t be thinking about getting pregnant, but he was determined they would have children right away. He was going to have a family with her. His own family. He planned to give her everything she wanted, make her his princess, surrounded by every protection he could give her. He didn’t know how to give her sweet words, but he knew he could show her – eventually. He needed time though. Time to hook her and keep her hooked.
“So breaking this down, Trap, I will admit to being intelligent and to having studied the members of your GhostWalker team for the last four months. I visited Wyatt’s home nearly every day, watching all of you.”
He didn’t like that. Her watching the other men. Maybe wanting one of them. He pushed his hips tight against her bottom. That beautiful, curved ass that swayed when she walked. An invitation, just like her soft, sexy voice and her lush mouth. The ass that was
his,
not belonging to one of the other men.
“Wyatt wouldn’t suit me. Neither would any of the others. I’m a little obsessed with you, in case you haven’t noticed. It was
your
bedroom I went to when I couldn’t stand it and had to be close to you. I
had
to be close to you. You’re the only person in the world who showed me kindness. More, you saw me. As a human being, not an insect or a threat.”
“Cayenne.” He murmured the protest against the top of her head. He didn’t want her to ever have that image in her mind.
“At the risk of making you even more arrogant than you already are, you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love everything about you. Your height, how strong you are. Your eyes. The set of your jaw. I can describe every inch of your body, Trap. Every single inch. I love how you taste and how you make me feel. I love that you have a mind, and with that, comes a sexy, hot man. I want that for me. I don’t want any of the others. They wouldn’t suit
my
personality.”
She was silent a moment and he felt her lips whisper across the back of his hand. His cock jerked hard and he pushed deeper into the cleft of her ass. She was warm silk and her body just melted deeper into his.
