“Ah, she’s wrapped you around her little finger.”
“Twice over,” he said in a husky voice, now becoming the aggressor by closing the distance. His body was humming with electricity, his features appearing more chiseled and almost instantly, the darker look in his expression returned.
“That will keep you in line.”
“Mmm… That’s not possible, Lainey. I’m not easily controlled. In fact, I do the controlling.”
“Do you now?” My words were barely a whisper, breathless in a way I reserved for my more intimate songs. I was lightheaded, my heart thudding as my pulse increased.
“I hope that doesn’t scare you.” He placed his glass on the island, reaching over and gently taking my wine away.
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Then what does it do?” He was suddenly so close I was completely intoxicated by his scent.
How could any man smell so good? Sandalwood and citrus, spices and something so earthy my mouth watered. In my flat shoes, I felt so tiny in comparison to his huge frame. His broadshoulders that filled a doorway. A long torso with sculpted forearms.
When he’d removed his jacket at the bar, rolling up his sleeves, I’d been mesmerized by the tattoos on his arms, longing to run my fingers over the designs. He’d caught me staring at them, his wry smile evidence he knew what I was thinking.
Sasha had an uncanny way of reading my mind. Maybe I should be very cautious with what I was thinking since much of it was filthy by design.
“Makes me wet and hot.” For a girl who’d never been but so forward with a man, the words came out easily.
He took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds while he allowed his very heated gaze to fall down my face. “You do realize getting involved with a very bad man might not be good for your career.”
“Well, since at this moment I don’t care since I’m taking back my life, I guess it doesn’t matter.” I placed my hand on his chest. “And by the way. I don’t think you’re a very bad man.”
“Then you know nothing about me, Lainey. Nothing at all.” He lowered his head and the way his chest was rising and falling created vibrations in my fingers.
“What if I want to?” I tilted my head and now, our lips were almost touching. There was a blind chemistry between us that couldn’t be denied, a soaring electricity that made it difficult to breathe.
“I can’t be the tender man you need. It’s been too long and the desire I feel for you is too strong.”
“What if I don’t want tenderness? What if I like it rough when I know the man won’t hurt me? At least not in the way I’ve been hurt.”
He cupped the back of my head, holding me in place, his fingers digging into my scalp. “Then I’d say you were far too trusting.”
“Why is it that I feel like I can trust you? Besides, I know what I want.”
“Be careful, lady. With me, there’s no going back.” He crushed his mouth over mine, immediately pulling me against the heat of his body.
The feeling of being in his arms was even better than I’d imagined. He fisted my hair, bending my head back as I clung to him. He was muscular in all the right places, his hard body hot and comforting at the same time.
As he swept his tongue inside, tasting the darkness of my mouth, I realized the combination was allowing me to feel free enough to let go around him. I rolled my arms over his shoulders, tangling the fingers of one hand in his long hair while squeezing his shoulder with the other.
The kiss was as powerful as the man, the taste of him strangely sweet even after he’d consumed vodka. I could enjoy doing nothing but kissing him for a very long time. Yet I could tell by the thick bulge between his legs that he wouldn’t allow that to happen. At least not tonight.
He devoured my mouth, but not frantically at first. He was skilled with his tongue, keeping me excited and wet, the need furrowing deep inside building to a crazy precipice. I could easily get lost in the man, forgetting about everything else but simply being with him and enjoying the moment.
My throbbing pussy and aching nipples reminded me my desire was increasing as his tongue continued to explore my mouth.
He rubbed his hand up and down my back, caressing me. When he scooped his hand under my bottom, lifting me off my feet, it was another moment of feeling completely protected.
And completely controlled.
He’d meant what he said, his kisses becoming rougher. When he pulled his lips free, he wrapped his hand around my hair,yanking me into a deep arc. I closed my eyes, my mind humming while he dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other.
I was instantly in a dream state, incapable of thinking clearly. Or at least that’s what I’d be told if anyone knew about this.
