Playing for Keeps: Harford Scarlet Series by Toria Lyons

doorway of the bar. His blazing gaze searched out Sarah and, on seeing Nick’s arm casually draped around her shoulders, he appeared to snarl. He stalked towards their small group.
    ‘You. You’ve been here all day? With him? How could you? And after last week?’ He pulled Sarah towards him and she squeaked in protest.
    ‘Tom –’
    Her voice was abruptly cut off as he slammed his mouth down on hers, his hand cradling her head. She fought for a moment, hands against his shoulders, body squirming, until she melted into him.
    He lifted his head. ‘You’re coming with me,’ he ordered.
    Sarah nodded mutely and looked around to apologise to Nick and Sam. They stood dumbstruck behind her, pints forgotten. ‘Sorry, boys, I need to go. I’ll introduce you to Tom another day when he’s feeling more sociable.’
    Nick found his voice. ‘So, I guess me taking you to bed is out of the question?’ He grinned nervously.
    Tom snarled beside her and swung into action, hoisting her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and carrying her outside. Nick and Sam followed them out, laughing openly at her predicament. They both waved cheerfully as he hustled her into a waiting taxi and gave the driver an address.
    Tom and Sarah sat in tense silence, his arm wrapped possessively around her, as the cab negotiated the streets. After half an hour, the vehicle pulled up at a modern, exclusive-looking development. Tom shoved some notes at the driver and shepherded her up a few steps. He unlocked a stout entrance door which led to a gilded foyer, and guided her inside a swish lift. Once the doors opened, he picked her up again and strode through a couple of rooms to a dimly lit bedroom. He lowered her down onto her feet on a lushly carpeted floor.
    ‘Strip,’ he commanded her, and started hauling his clothes off.
    Sarah blindly followed his instructions, dispensing with her top and bra. She unbuttoned her jeans and sat down to pull them and her boots off. She looked up to see Tom staring at her breasts. He was totally naked and fully erect. He stroked himself with one hand. She caught his hot eyes and stood up, wriggling out of her panties.
    ‘Like what you see?’ she taunted.
    He growled and came at her, his arms lifting her up and into his body
    He pulled back the sheets on a king-size bed and dropped her in the middle, following her down. He kissed her hard and set about seducing her to a mindless bundle of scrambling nerves.
    He clasped her breasts, nibbling at the yielding undersides and the swollen nipples begging for attention, squeezing them firmly before teasing her with his tongue. Sarah’s hands fumbled on the sheets then held his head in place as he suckled her.
    ‘I know you like your breasts squeezed firmly –’ his breath gusting her damp nipples added to the action of his hands made her purr with pleasure ‘– I’ve seen you do it to yourself.’
    She whimpered and pleaded, lost in sensation. His hands moved down to tickle her thighs. As she wriggled beneath him, he pulled open her legs and pressed himself against her, then flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He tempted her from behind, one hand on her engorged breasts, alternating between pinching, scratching and pulling the nipples, the other moving between her legs. She shoved herself back at him, grabbing hold of him and forcing him inside her.
    He laughed throatily and pulled back out – out of her reach. ‘Not yet, darling.’
    He wrestled with her until he held both of her hands in place on the bed with one of his giant paws. Sarah screamed with frustration. She could feel him almost touching her, almost inside her but pulling slightly back with every urgent jerk of her hips. ‘You bastard! Stop teasing me.’
    ‘If you want me, you must ask really nicely.’ He dipped into her slightly and pulled back again.
    ‘Please, Tom … Tom, please. Get inside me – oof!’
    He slid slowly into her and Sarah went wild, trying to force him to go