Sliding his hands down, he gripped her waist and thrust deep inside her, reveling in the heat squeezing around his cock. Releasing the first nipple, he captured her other with his mouth. He played gently with the sensitive tip for a moment, but the temptation was too strong. Nipping and sucking, he pulled as much of her breast into his mouth as he could while still thrusting hard into her. Her body tensed and seized as she came again. This time, he let go of the control he’d held on his release. Biting down, he had just enough presence of mind to stop short of breaking the skin as fire raced up his spine and he found nirvana.

Krissi collapsed against him, letting her head fall to his shoulder as they both gasped for breath.

After several moments, Krissi pushed herself upright and lifted herself off him as she stood. She glanced around, looking for something. Realizing she was looking for a way to clean up, Ruger stood, placed one hand low on her back, and steered her toward his bedroom. “Come on, there’s a bathroom in here.”

He let her use the master bath while he used the one in the hall to dispose of the condom and wash his hands then reentered the bedroom as she emerged.

“Oooh, ouch.” Ruger stepped close and gently lifted the breast he’d bitten earlier and took a good look at the dark impression of his teeth. “That was harder than I intended.” He looked up at her face. “You all right, or was I too rough?”

“I told you I’d let you know if it was too much. Did you hear me say stop?” She cocked her hip to one side and put one hand on the outturned hip. The gesture would have been more aggressive and far less of a turn on if she’d been wearing clothes.

“I didn’t, but I was so far gone by then I can’t be certain you didn’t say something.” He looked at the marks again. “This is going to bruise, and probably pretty badly. You sure you’re okay with it?” The sight of her standing in his bedroom stark ass naked with her hand on her hip giving him sass made his cock stir again.

“As long as the sex is good and I didn’t tell you to stop, a few bruises are no big deal. They serve as sweet reminders of how much fun I had.” Her eyes flicked down his body, and she took a step closer. Reaching down between his legs, she caressed his balls before sliding her hand up his now hard shaft. “Looks like someone likes seeing your marks on my body.”

Ruger growled deep in his throat and pulled her close. “I do, but I’d rather leave them there on purpose.” He captured her mouth in a scorching kiss. “You want more or would you rather sleep some?”

“What do you think?” She gave him a coy smile and squeezed his cock again.

* * *

Krissi woke the next morning to comforting heat surrounding her. Confusion clouded her mind for several long seconds until she realized Ruger was still curled around her, holding her against him. She never would have guessed he was a snuggler, but now, with the long length of his erection nestled against her ass while one hand cupped her tit, he would have a hard time denying it. She took a deep breath and exhaled as contentment washed through her. Unwilling to resist the urge, she wiggled against him, burying herself deeper in his arms as she closed her eyes once more. She didn’t have to be anywhere this morning, and with no urgent homework, she was going to get a little more sleep. Besides, she reasoned, he’d woken her twice during the night, and she’d woken him once herself. There hadn’t been much sleep for either of them during the previous hours, so why not get a little more now. The cock that lay between the cheeks of her ass twitched. She couldn’t resist the urge to wiggle her butt against it. The hand on her boob flexed, squeezing the soft flesh. Krissi smiled. She wasn’t the only one awake.

“How you feeling this morning?” The low rumble of Ruger’s voice in her ear made heat pool in her core. A low groan escaped her throat as she moved against him again. His cock got impossibly harder, and his fingers twisted and tugged gently at her nipple. “You up for another round or are you too sore?”

“More.” The word was barely more than a breath, but he heard it. Her breast throbbed, and there was a soft ache between her thighs, but Krissi didn’t care. This man made her feel things she’d never felt before with anyone, and she wanted more. She wasn’t totally inexperienced with men and sex. Anyone who spent time around her father’s club gained at least secondhand knowledge, but only the bravest of them were willing to risk her father’s wrath to approach her. For a while, that had pissed her off, but she’d quickly learned that her father’s club wasn’t the only place to find a guy, and not to bring any guy she was involved with around the club or he would soon be as intimidated as the ones already there.

Ruger’s fingers slid down her body, away from the breast they’d been hugging when she woke, and pulled her back into the moment. His hand skimmed over her belly and down between her legs. Easily, the thick digits slipped between her lower lips where they tweaked and pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves hiding there. Heat raced through her, and all coherent thought fled from her mind. She arched her back and groaned, pushing her ass against him, squirming with the need to feel him inside her. The rough stubble on his face scraped along her neck as he buried his face in the curve there. A sharp sting told her he had a bit of her skin between his teeth. He bit just strong enough to penetrate the haze of pleasure that clouded her mind.

“Yes.” She tried to speak, but it came out as barely more than a whisper. Her body couldn’t settle on a sensation, and instead told her brain it was feeling them all. Heat. Cold. Pain. Pleasure. Ruger kept touching her, caressing, squeezing, rubbing, squeezing. Everything was so intense. Heat raced through her body. Krissi lost control of her muscles and movements. The way Ruger made her feel, she didn’t need control. She didn’t want it. He made her want things she’d never wanted, never needed before.

The pale pink light streaming in the window didn’t matter anymore, only the feelings racing through her body. Ruger moved behind her, pulling away then coming back. His hands tugged her close to him again, his cock slipping inside her, filling her. Like when they came together during the night, he filled her, hitting that spot deep inside no one had ever hit before him. In moments, Krissi was screaming, pleasure racing through her body, making her fingers curl and toes numb. Her feet and ankles followed. Ruger continued thrusting inside her, and the orgasms kept coming. Krissi wasn’t sure the pleasure would ever end, and she didn’t want it to. How did he know just how to touch her, where to kiss to send her to the highest peaks of ecstasy? Her body tightened, and Krissi cried his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.

Ruger’s hands moved to her hips, his grip tightening as he increased the pace of his thrusts. It didn’t take long before she was coming again. The peak of her orgasm had barely passed when another washed over her. She clawed at the sheet then reached back, needing to touch him. One hand found his wrist, and she held on for dear life. His fingers on her hip tightened, and she felt him come. After a moment, he relaxed against her, dropping light kisses on the curve of her neck. With a deep breath, he rolled away, pulling out of her in the process. A shiver ran through her body at the loss of his warmth. Water ran in the bathroom then he was back, pulling her close once more. She closed her eyes, relaxed, and let sleep overtake her again.

* * *

Movement woke her. The arms around her were gone. Krissi rolled over and watched as Ruger disappeared into the bathroom. Grabbing his pillow, she pulled it close, hugging it to her chest while she waited for him to come out. She could get up, but her clothes were still in the living room. The shower turned on, and she closed her eyes, listening until the water turned off again. Krissi lay in the bed, watching the bathroom door when it opened, and a puff of steam escaped with Ruger close behind. He was naked and rubbing a towel through his hair, water droplets scattered on his upper body. Desire raced through her body and heat pooled between her legs, making the dull ache turn to a throb, reminding her she’d had more sex in the last twelve hours than in the last six months.

“You’re awake.” He smiled down at her.

“Yeah, I missed you.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She rolled and stretched, letting the sheet slip off her breasts as she moved. A low growl made her glance back at him. “What?”

“You’re tempting but I’m starving, and you’ve got to be, too. Besides, after last night, you’re probably a least a little sore. Why don’t you take a hot shower to help with that while I go start some breakfast?”

“You cook?” The question was out before Krissi was aware she’d even thought it. Her father had never cooked. He always waited on her mother or someone else to cook for him, as had most of the men she’d dated in the past.

Ruger looked at her with one corner of his mouth lifted. “I gotta eat, and restaurants, even the good ones, get old after a while.” Opening drawers on the chest in the corner, he pulled out a pair of black gym shorts and tossed them on the foot of the bed. Then came a black t-shirt that joined the shorts. “You can wear those if you like.” Ruger grabbed a pair of jeans from the arm of a chair and pulled them on. He zipped them but left the button undone. “Come into the kitchen when you’re ready. Depending on how long you take, I may even have breakfast ready.” His eyes raked over her once more, and for a second he looked like he might crawl back into bed with her. Then he shook his head, turned, and left the room.

Krissi sighed, taking a second to just enjoy the moment, then threw the covers back, got up, and went into the bathroom. She winced at the ache between her thighs as it sharpened to a dull throb as she moved. Still worth it, she thought, turning on the water. Hot water streamed over her, and she let the heat melt away some of her soreness. There was no way the water could wash all her aches away, but it helped tense muscles relax, and that was amazing.

Picking up his shampoo bottle, she sniffed it, wondering if this was part of the scent that drew her to him. Nope, it was just a light, clean scent, not part of the leather and male she got from his skin. Krissi hurried and finished her hair then turned off the water.

After drying off, Krissi put on the clothes Ruger had left for her. The shorts fit okay, but the shirt stretched tight over her boobs, and every movement made the soft cloth move against her sensitive nipples. The one he’d bitten sent bolts of awareness every time the shirt rubbed across her bruised skin, making her smile. She looked down, wondering if he would notice. Did it matter if he did? He was the reason they were so sensitive to begin with.

The scent of food made her stomach rumble. Shrugging off caring if the man she’d spent the night naked with could see the outline of her nipples, she went in search of food. She found Ruger in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove with several skillets on top.

“That was quick.” Ruger barely glanced at Krissi as she stepped into the room. “There’s coffee in the pot over there if you drink it.” He motioned to the far counter. “Milk’s in the fridge if you want cream.”

“Ran out of hot water.” Krissi kept an eye on him while she fixed herself a cup of coffee. She leaned back against the counter, sipping the steaming nectar of life while she watched the muscles of his back move and play under his skin while he cooked. For someone with tattoos up and down both arms, she was surprised to find his back a blank slate. She’d finished her first cup and had just poured herself a second when Ruger spoke.

“Can you hand me a couple of plates from that cabinet?” He pointed to the cupboard near the sink.

She retrieved the dishes and took them to him.

“Thanks.” Ruger set them on the counter and started dishing out food. After a moment, he picked them both up and carried them to the bar. “Have a seat.” He pulled a pair of forks from the drawer and set one on each plate. Krissi took her coffee and sat in one of the two stools on the other side of the bar. She watched as Ruger picked up his cup from next to the stove, refilled it, and came to sit next to her.

“Wow.” She looked at her plate for the first time. “You must be hungry.”

“I am.” He picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite. “But I didn’t know what you like, so I made a little of everything.”

Her stomach growled, and she looked at the plate again. Maybe he hadn’t made too much after all.