himself more a leg man. He’d have to
reevaluate that belief. She reached down and pulled the ties,
quickly unlacing the tight material and letting it slide to the
floor.
“I was enjoying that view,” he
complained.
She smiled, a slow sultry spread of her lips.
“Well, enjoy this one instead.”
Next, she lifted her hands and pulled the
pins from her hair. It fell free, and she sat on the bed, slipping
off her shoes and scooting back until she lay sprawled across the
mattress. She arched her eyebrows, invitation clear in her eyes, in
her body language. He experienced a moment of fierce satisfaction. My woman .
He stripped off his clothes, moving fast and
dropping them to the floor then climbed on the bed with her. He
wanted to plunge into her right away, wanted to assuage the
terrible need he felt, but he reigned in the desire. He was going
to be rough and demanding later, and he needed her to be just as
needy.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he leaned
over to the breasts that had been enticing him for so much of the
night. He circled one rosy areola with a fingertip, replacing it
with his tongue when she gasped. He moved his hand down her belly,
found the folds of her sex and spread them, thrusting one finger
inside. Then his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking greedily.
She moaned, a long, low torment he thought he could drown in. He
wanted more of it and shifted, trailing kisses down her body,
spreading her legs wide and settling between them.
He nipped the inside of her thigh, soothed
the sting with his tongue then repeated it on the other leg. He
smelled the rush of her arousal and knew she liked a little pain
with her pleasure. He’d never really indulged her need because he
was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself and would
inadvertently bond with her before either of them was ready. But
his decision was already made. Tonight all bets were off.
He gripped her thighs and pushed them high,
wide, exposing her cunt to his gaze. He closed his eyes and inhaled
deeply. Her scent drove him wild. Sweet. Hot. Following the
direction of his senses, he leaned in, his tongue making a long
slow swipe from her ass to her clit. And her taste…he could get
lost in it. Spicy. Tangy. The promise of paradise.
She writhed under him, struggled to push her
hips closer, and he tightened his grip on her thighs, growling
softly until she settled down. Returning to his exploration, he
circled her clit with his tongue, drawing a long groan from her. He
smiled and repeated the action, knowing his careful avoidance of
the small nub was making her crazy. That was good. He wanted her
wild with desire, under his control. He wanted her to submit, and
she would.
Calista ached, unfulfilled desire raging
through her. She considered trying to take charge but hesitated.
There was something different about Kane tonight. She got the
impression she was seeing the real him for the first time, and she
didn’t know what to make of it. She’d always known he’d be bossy
given half a chance, but this was different. Like he had a need to
command, a natural inclination to lead. That she found it so
attractive worried her. That she wanted to give into it scared her,
and that she thought it might be inevitable that she would
terrified her.
Before she could form another rational
thought, he thrust his tongue inside her. In and out. Slow, then
fast, mimicking the action she needed from his cock, enough to push
her spiraling into orgasm. She cried out as shudders wracked her
body.
When she started to come down from the high,
he sucked her clit between his teeth and sent her back up. He
pushed her to the edge over and over, shoved her over it so often
she cried for relief. When he finally slid up her body, positioned
himself over her, she saw stark need on his face. He wiped away the
tears on her cheeks and whispered everything was all right. She was
confused; he’d never acted like this before and she’d never
responded like