17 Chapter 17

"Addison," he said, her name a quiet warning.

That one word told her everything. They weren't going to be working on any relationship goals. And though she knew from the moment she met Daniel Mercer that she was't dealing with a normal man, her heart sank. She also knew he could read her like an open book. The stillness in the room told her he was watching her every expression, like a predator ready to pounce. He could see the emotional turmoil he was inflicting.

Addison wiggled her body up the bed until she was sitting and pulled the blanket over her chest. She didn't want to feel vulnerable around Daniel. She could sense his eyes on her. She knew he was about to give her his stupid, garbage line about not doing relationships. Her mind latched onto a new problem instead.

"We didn't use any protection," she said. "We should've at least used a condom."

He barely paused.

"We're both clean and you're on the pill," he said dismissively.

Addison frowned down at the bedding. "How can you possibly know that?"

"I have your doctor's report."

Addison was shocked. Her jaw dropped open and she tried to speak, but couldn't for a moment. The casual, almost nonchalant invasion of her privacy was too much. Fury flooded through her, erasing all the warm, soft feelings she had previously enjoyed. The knowledge shouldn't have shocked her after his disclosure of the evening before, but after the intimacy they'd just shared, she needed to latch on to something.

"You bastard!" she snarled. "You have no right to go snooping through my private, intimate records. What's wrong with you? Tell me, exactly how do my medical records and vaginal health pertain to Tyson King's security?"

Addison was so angry she would have hit him if she could have seen where he was standing. She balled her fists into the fabric of the bedding instead and curled her legs underneath her, as though preparing herself to launch at him the moment she figured out where he was.

"Watch yourself, Addison," Daniel said, warning. "You know I pulled those records for me, not King."

"This is bullshit! Normal guys take a girl out a few times and then ask them if they're on birth control," she shouted, "not steal their doctor's records. You make me sick!"

She felt the chill in the air and knew she should have probably heeded his warning, right before he came down on top of her like a tank, crushing her into the mattress. His hand swiftly cut off her scream of surprise. He yanked her quilt off of her body, exposing her naked flesh to him once more. He shoved his hips between her legs, forcing them wide and using the rough fabric of his denim against her raw pussy.

Addison arched her neck back and cried out into his hand. She squirmed underneath him, but he brought her body swiftly under his control, sweeping his free hand over her curves, igniting the fire that was still close to the surface. Soon she was writhing against him and her screams of anger were cries of ecstasy.

He brought his head down and bit her shoulder, just hard enough to mark the flesh. "Do I make you sick, Addison?"

She shook her head frantically.

"Want me to fuck you again?"

She nodded against the hand that was still pressed to her lips.

He took his hand away and spoke just above her, "Then show me. Kiss me."

Addison reached up eagerly, took his bearded cheeks in her palms and touched his face for the first time, letting her sensitive fingers slide along his strong jaw. She marvelled at the chiseled bone structure and wondered briefly how he wasn't constantly surrounded by admiring women with his incredible body and masculine face.

Probably because he's such a homicidal asshole, she thought, arching up to press her lips tentatively against his.

The incredible chemistry that drove them flared immediately to life, sparking between them. Addison explored his lips for as long as he let her and then urged him to open his mouth and sank into the depths. She realized if they hadn't just had sex earlier, he probably wouldn't be letting her do this.

Daniel allowed her tentative licks for a few moments longer until, with a growl, he hooked an arm around her waist, hauled her close and deepened the kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, sweeping it into the hot recesses and stealing the darkness within. He thrust his hips into the cradle of her thighs, mimicking the movement of her tongue.

Addison reached down between them and touched the front of his jeans, tracing the tight, hot ridge that strained against the fabric. With a moan she reached for his belt, but her fingers fumbled. He pushed her back and reached down to do it himself, freeing his erection with one hand. She reached out to touch him, wanting to feel his length for herself, but he shoved her hand aside.

Daniel reached out and grabbed Addison by the hips and pulled her toward him. Without preliminaries he caged her beneath him and thrust full length within her. Addison moaned and brought her knees up to ease the entry. She couldn't believe that even after having sex once already and with their combined fluids, it would still be a tight fit. Oh, but it felt so damn good!

She arched up to meet each thrust. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, but he took hold of her wrists in one hand and held them over her head against the mattress. She was forced to lay helpless as he savagely thrust into her body, over and over, taking her higher with each thrust. She could feel another big orgasm building, even though only minutes ago she would have sworn she wasn't capable of orgasming anymore.

"Oh my god, Daniel!" she yelled.

He dropped his head down to hers and inhaled her scent while continuing to drive into her. She arched up against him and screamed as she felt his penis flare wider within her pussy. He reached down between their bodies and stroked her clit softly, with just enough pressure to send her over the edge, driving her into orgasm at the same time as him. Though her mind soared into beautiful, wonderful orgasmic flight, she had a brief thought to spare about the talent of a man that makes a woman orgasm at the same damn time as him.

After they finished, Addison knew better than to say anything. She curled onto her side with her fluffy quilt, which was now going to need a thorough cleaning, tucked protectively against her body. She listened silently as Daniel redressed. She thought he was going to leave without speaking to her, but he paused in the doorway.

"I'll be back tonight. Be here, Addison," he said quietly.

She lay with her back to him without speaking. She realized after a moment that he expected a response. Finally, she said, "What if I'm not?"

She was actually more curious than rebellious. She wanted to know what a man like Daniel would do if the woman he was having sex with took off on him. He played by his own rules. She desperately wished she could get her hands on that rule book.

"If you take off again, this spanking will look like child's play."

Addison shivered.

She heard the door of her apartment close and the deadbolt slide as he locked it behind him.