Raiden grunted and we came to an abrupt stop. He hit the button and the car turned off, but he already had his door open, knifing out. He dragged me over the driver’s seat, taking me with him.

I didn’t know where we were. I didn’t even look.

I didn’t care.

I got my feet under me and ran to keep up with his long strides as, hand in mine, he towed me to a building I noticed vaguely looked like stables. We went up a flight of open backed steps at the side. Raiden wasted no time unlocking the door and pulling me in. He slammed the door, flipped the latch then he stalked across a room, dragging me with him.

I took nothing in and kept taking nothing in when he stopped, picked me up and suddenly I was flying through the air.

I landed on mattress.

Raiden landed on a knee beside me, his hands at the belt on my jeans.

“Condoms, baby, floor by the bed. Get one. Now,” he muttered, then my zipper was down and my jeans were being yanked off.

As best as I could I twisted, noticing we were on a mattress on the floor, but not noticing much about this because my fingers closed around one of a half dozen packets of condoms by the bed. I didn’t notice much about this because my flip-flops flew off with my jeans and my panties were now being dragged down my legs.

I twisted back just as Raiden’s hand slid between my legs.

That felt so good, all my concentration centered on that feeling. I dropped the condom and my back left the bed as my lips parted on a silent moan.

“Thank f**k, soaked,” Raiden growled. I forced myself to right my head and look at him. “Spread, baby.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I spread.

His hand kept toying between my legs, creating beauty even as he tugged at his pants. He pulled himself free, used his teeth to open the condom packet he somehow got hold of and dropped his hand to roll it on.

I pushed up and shoved my hands up his tee, my movements fevered, even frenzied, taking in his hard muscles; the angles, the plains, the ridges.

Amazing.

I shoved my face in his midriff, breathing deep, taking him in, all this time his fingers creating bliss between my legs.

Then they were gone.

For less than a second, because Raiden, using one arm to lift me, pulled me out of the bed and plastered me to him. My legs circled his hips. His other hand was between us, guiding him in. Then he jerked me down on his cock, filling me.

I drove my hands in his lush hair, my head falling back on a whimpered, “Ohmigod.”

Then I was back to bed and Raiden was pounding inside me, his arm still around me, driving me down with each upward thrust.

“Ohmigod,” I repeated, one of my hands fisting in his hair, the other one trailing down his back.

I’d never had this.

This was…

It was…

It didn’t exist. It couldn’t.

This was only for Raiden and me.

I felt it building. My hand dipped under his tee, my head jerked up. It was going to be so huge it was going destroy me.

“Raiden,” I gasped, my voice harsh with passion and edged with fear.

“Give in, baby,” he grunted, still driving me down as he thrust up.

“Sweetheart, it’s—”

His mouth came to mine. “Give into it, honey.”

I gave in. I had no choice. And when I did, my fingernails dug into his back, scoring up; his h*ps ground deep into mine as his back arched. A hot, amazing groan rolled up his throat and he came with me.

It lasted forever, an eternity. I gasped, then moaned, then panted through it, and finally wrapped my arm around Raiden and held on because the world was gone. There was nothing but that feeling.

Nothing but Raiden and me.

The eternity passed, and when I came back to reality Raiden’s arm was still tight around me, his c**k still buried inside me and his face was in my neck. His other hand was laced in mine and he’d tucked them to our sides so I had most of his weight.

It was glorious.

Right before it was mortifying.

Oh my God.

What had I just done?

Oh my God!

I knew what I’d done.

I’d ridden in a car with my hand on Raiden Miller’s crotch, my mouth in his neck without a seatbelt.

Then I’d run after him; he’d thrown me on his bed and I let him f**k me.

Oh.

My.

God.

“Warm afghans, pretty blue eyes, totally dorky and an unbelievably wet, sweet pu**y,” he murmured against my neck, then lifted his head and looked down at me before he finished on a whisper, “The girl of my dreams.”

Okay, that was nice and all. Lovely. Great even.

And the warm, sexy, sated look on his face that I could just about make out in the shadows, even better.

But I’d just let Raiden Miller make out with me on the hood of my car and rode in it without a seatbelt because I was busy groping his crotch.

Of course he’d think I was the girl of his dreams.

For tonight.

Then tomorrow he’d think I was slutty and easy.

Because I was!

You didn’t tell a good girl she had a wet, sweet pu**y!

Oh God.

This didn’t just happen.

Tell me this didn’t happen.

“Don’t move,” he muttered then brushed his lips against mine. “Be back.”

Then he slid out of me, the area between my legs pulsing magnificently as he did.

Yes, it just happened.

He rolled off me and I blinked at the ceiling, closing my legs, curling them up and twisting my lower half to the side as I felt him disappear.

A light came on from somewhere else, dimly lighting the room, and instantly I became a flurry of activity.

I vaulted from the mattress, and in the dark of wherever the heck I was, I searched for my jeans, panties and flip-flops.

I found my panties, tugged them up and was feeling around with hands and feet for my jeans when an arm hooked around my waist and I found myself back in bed, Raiden on top of me.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked.

I shoved at his shoulders, mumbling, “I have to go.”

“What?”

“I have to go.”

“Hanna—”

“I need to get home. Get some sleep. I have to be up early. Church tomorrow,” I babbled, still pushing at his shoulders and squirming under him, freaked, humiliated, scared of what he would think of me now that the heat of the moment had passed.

“Hanna, look at me.”