She moaned as her grip tightened around his hand. He deepened the kiss as he continued to slowly thrust inside her, his finger matching the rhythm of his thrust as he took his frustration out on the infuriating woman that refused to put him out of his fucking misery and marry him.

“My turn,” she said, allowing him one last thrust before she pulled away slowly, making him groan as his cock slid free.

After six years, he knew what she wanted and had no problem giving it to her. He brushed his lips against hers one last time before he moved back and sat up. He reached over and cupped her ass as she rolled over onto her stomach. By the time that she raised her ass up in the air he was already moving behind her and entering her.

Leaning over her, he pressed a kiss against her spine, on her shoulder and on her neck as he pulled back and slid back inside her. She felt fantastic, absolutely fucking fantastic, he thought as he placed his hands over hers and entwined their fingers.

“Move in with me,” he said, pushing inside her only to pull back quickly, hoping that it was enough to distract her into agreeing to his plans.

“No,” she said, panting as she turned her head in silent demand.

Chuckling, because honestly this woman was going to be the death of him, he leaned down and gave her what she wanted as he slowly pulled out, groaning against her mouth as he noted how wet she was, and pushed back inside. She was so damn stubborn, but that was okay, because he would do whatever it took, no matter how long it took, to have her.

“Then spend the day with me,” he said against her mouth, noting the exact moment that she went still beneath him.

“Ummm, I can’t,” she said quickly as she tried to entice him with a wiggle and a kiss that had him groaning and forcing himself to remain still, because he knew without a doubt that she was hiding something from him.

Chapter 2

“On your back,” Darrin whispered, pressing a kiss just below her ear and making her wince.

Damn it!

He knew!

“This is fine,” she said quickly, daring a glance behind her, wondering if she could make it to the door before he could stop her.

“On. Your. Back,” he whispered again, stressing every word and letting her know that there was no escape.

Not for her.

“This is good for me,” she said, sounding hopeful.

“You have ten seconds, Marybeth.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” she lied, squeezing her eyes shut as she swallowed nervously.

“Why don’t I believe you?” he asked as he slowly pulled out until the tip was at her entrance.

“Because you have trust issues,” she pointed out, discreetly pushing back and trying to force him back inside in an attempt to distract him and because she’d been enjoying herself damn it!

“Marybeth,” he said sighing her name heavily as he pulled out the rest of the way and flipped her over onto her back.

Before she could even consider trying to argue her way to freedom, he was running his very talented tongue between her slit. “Oh, God…”

“What’s going on, Marybeth?” he asked as he leisurely licked her.

“Ummmm, nothing,” she mumbled, licking her lips hungrily as she tried to resist him.

“Try again,” he said, settling more firmly between her legs, getting comfortable, which was not a good sign.

It meant that he was planning on stretching this out for as long as it took to get what he wanted. She couldn’t do this. Not after the last time. She’d barely survived. She also hadn’t been able to talk for two days after that since the bastard hadn’t stopped until long after she’d lost the ability to scream his name.

“Please, Darrin,” she said, moaning his name as she spread her legs and reached down to run her fingers through his hair as he continued to lick her out.

“Tell me what I want to know,” he said, pausing to flick the tip of his tongue over her clit.

“N-nothing,” she said, licking her lips hungrily as she tried to roll her hips and force his tongue inside her, but the bastard wasn’t having that.

He kept her hips on the bed and kept leisurely licking her, hitting all the right spots and driving her out of her mind, but it wasn’t enough to send her over the edge.

“Just tell me what I want to know, Marybeth.”

“There’s nothing to tell!”

A long, drawn out sigh was his response as he tilted his head and gently suckled her clit, momentarily robbing her of her ability to breathe. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something, anything else to distract herself from what he was doing, but he refused to grant her a reprieve. He flicked his tongue over her clit before he traced a path down to her core and slid his tongue inside her.

“There’s nothing!” she practically cried even though he hadn’t asked her another question. At this point it wasn’t really necessary, because they both knew that he would keep going until she told him what he wanted to know.

He felt so damn good….so…good……..

“Please, Darrin!” she begged, moaning and whimpering when he kept licking her, bringing her to the edge and-

Pulling back to trace her slit again.

“You…son of a bitch!” she said, gasping and trying to shift away from him.

She couldn’t tell him where she was going.

She just couldn’t.

“Oh, God!” she screamed, her back bowing off the bed as he slid his tongue back inside her and brought her right back to the edge. Just as she felt her orgasm building to the point of no return he pulled back.