She bit him on the chest, right below the rose that covered up a girl he’d long forgotten about. “In charge. Turnaround.”
He spun around and she plastered herself against his broad, muscled back. Good Lord he felt good. His ass flexed against her belly and she thought about taking off her dress, but then they’d be fucking in no time flat, and that so wasn’ttheplan.
Slow.
Teasing.
Pleasure that would blowhismind.
That was the plan and she was sticking to it, no matter how good it might feel in the short term to just rub against him like a selfish kitteninheat.
She planted her hands on his hips and moved him away from her. “There’s a vibrator in my suitcase. Outside pocket, in a pink silk pouch. Fetch it,please.”
There was nothing quite like watching a six-foot-plus man stretch to the full extent of his height. His back flexed, his neck lifted, and his legs and his and yes, that ass, all clenched as he stiffened insurprise.
Shewaited.
A second passed, then he nodded and strode acrosstheroom.
* * *
Quinn could feelLeah’s eyes on his ass. All he had to do was tell her it was off-limits, and she’d find another way to make him submittoher.
But he’d been around kink long enough to know that hard versus soft limits mattered, and it wasn’t really a hard limit. He leaned over, giving her a decent show, and found the vibrator—thank Christ it was small—exactly where she’d said itwouldbe.
When he returned, vibrator in hand, his cock stood straight out from his body and swayed with each step. Even if his mind was going, “Whoa, what’s gonna happen?”, his dick didn’t have anyqualms.
She reached for him, one hand on his hip, the other around his erection, and tugged him closer, her hold on him gentle. He came closer, all right. He curved over her and pressed a searing kiss against her mouth before standing tallagain.
His last little stake of claim before accepting her dominance, at least for thescene.
Her grip tightened on his erection, and lust spiked in his bloodstream. Submitting to her wouldn’t be a problem at all. He pressed the vibrator into her free hand. “What’re you going to do with this?” he asked, his voice roughandlow.
She just smiled like a pervy Mona Lisa. “Figure out if it feels as good for you as it does for me. Now, we need to take care of some business first.Safeword?”
“Lemondrop.”
“Do you have a caution word, that isn’t a hard stop but you want me toslowdown?”
He shook his head. He didn’tneedone.
She pressed up on her toes and kissed his jaw. “Don’t be afraid to say yellow or whoa or hang on a second.” Her tongue flicked out and caught on his three days of stubble, sending a shiver down his spine. “And feel free to talk. I like you talking. But I’ll do most of the touching, and that’s your gift to me. In return, I’ll be very, very nice to you. I get a charge outofthat.”
He knew the feeling. Whatever made her happy. “Hands off,noted.”
“Good boy.” She grinned and wiggled the vibrator in the air. “I’ll use this soon enough, but for now… I want to see you touchyourself.”
She paced backward, sitting in the chair, her legs curled up in front of her body. Her dress slipped up one thigh, but not the other, and he could see enough shadow to torture himself with the fact she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. When she cleared her throat, he realized he’d been caught looking—and not touchinghimself.
He grinned and sat back on the bed. One hand braced behind him, the other onhiscock.
She was starting him out easy, like he was a newbie.Or maybe she just wants to watch you jack off.Well, that was a possibility, too. He jerked himself roughly, remembering how she’d done it, wanting to get himself lusty enough to get some pre-comeleakingout.
Really, all he had to do for that was think of what she was hiding under her dress. His eyes trailed back to the shadow between her legs. Then he jerked his gaze up to the swell of her breasts. Higher. Her mouth. Her skin, rubbed withcoconutoil.
“What are you thinking about?” she askedsoftly.
He refocused on herface. “You.”
