He kisses my neck, my ear, my cheek, soft butterfly kisses filled with tenderness.
“I’m only amazing when I’m with you. The rest of the time, I’m nobody.”
I burrow closer to him, needing his solidity, loving how safe I feel in his warm embrace. He makes a sound of pleasure low in his throat and inhales into my hair. Then he’s kissing my neck again, only this time, his mouth is more demanding.
“I love the way you taste, bunny,” he says gruffly. “Love the way your skin tastes. Love your smell, too. And how you lose control when I make you come. And how you look at me. The way you look at me makes me feel like a goddamn king.”
He sinks a hand into my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my throat. Holding me firmly against his body, he licks and kisses a path from my earlobe to my collarbone, pressing his teeth into my skin every few inches as if he wants to take a bite of me and gobble me up.
When I exhale a small moan, he squeezes my ass and flexes his pelvis against mine, pressing his erection against my hipbone.
My response is instant.
My nipples harden. My heart pounds. My skin heats, and my pussy tingles. I’ve never met a man I had a physical reaction to like this, so effortlessly and instantly. Not even my husband.
With my eyes closed and my face turned to the sky as he kisses my throat, I say, “Such a hungry lion. I hope you can run on an empty stomach.”
Smiling, I push him away and gaze at him coyly, fluttering my lashes.
Then I turn and bolt toward the pine trees.
Laughing, he calls out behind me, “You have ten seconds before I come for you, little rabbit!” Then he starts counting aloud.
A thrill in my blood, I tear across the grass and past the house, pumping my arms and legs as fast as they’ll take me. Once I’ve hit the stand of pines, I hide behind a massive trunk and risk a quick peek around it.
Aidan advances towards me in an easy lope, grinning darkly.
I scream and start running again.
Beyond the stand of tall pines is a small meadow surrounded by a thickly wooded area. Realizing the property must be several acres in size, I run toward the woods with my heart in my throat, not daring to look behind me. Breathing hard, my thighs burning, I break through the tree line at a flat-out sprint.
Underfoot, the ground is soft and uneven, covered in a moist blanket of grass and leaves. Before I’ve gone twenty feet in, I catch my toe on a half-buried tree root and go flying.
I land on my stomach. My breath is knocked from my lungs. I lie stunned and panting for a moment, then try to scramble to my feet.
I’m too late. My lion has already pounced.
Growling, he grabs me around the waist. We tumble to the damp earth. I put up a fight, struggling to get free as he laughs breathlessly and wrestles me. Then I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, biting my neck as he pins my wrists to the ground.
He laughs in exultation as I squirm beneath him.
“Bad bunny.”
“Let me go!”
“You have leaves in your hair, bunny. Where else might you have leaves, I wonder?”
He flips me onto my stomach and yanks his leather jacket off me, throwing it aside.
“Hmm. Not here. Maybe under your shirt.”
As I struggle and holler in protest, he strips my shirt from my body and sends it flying. Then he’s growling into my skin as he rubs his beard on my shoulders.
“My naughty little rabbit needs to get fucked in the woods, doesn’t she?”
“No!” Yes. “Get off me!”
He slides a hand under my torso and roughly squeezes my breast. Into my ear, he says hotly, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, bunny. You’re gonna take your master’s cock on your hands and knees, totally naked, in the middle of the woods.”
I nearly faint with desire and give in right then. But as this game is all about the chase, it wouldn’t be much fun if I let him win so easily.
“I won’t!”
Struggling wildly, I somehow manage to knock him off. I’m up and running in a heartbeat, my hair flying out behind me, my bared breasts bouncing. Cool air mists my heated skin.
He catches me as I’m skidding around the gnarled trunk of a pin oak. Yanking me into his arms, he kisses me ravenously. Off-balance, I stagger, my heart racing as I try to push him away.
He’s so strong, though. He’s just so damn strong.
He yanks down the zipper of my jeans, turns me around, and pulls them down my hips. I try to get away, but he has such a tight hold on me, I’m helpless. When he slaps my bare ass, I yelp, jumping.
Then he pushes me against the trunk of the tree and holds me there with one hand gripped around the back of my neck as he continues to spank me.