She gasped as he tugged it off her shoulders. “Alec—”
“Upstairs,” he growled.
She nodded, breathless. Before she could move, he hurried them along by scooping her into his arms. She didn’t protest—just wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers sinking into his hair again. Her pants were still on, but he could feel the heat of her through them. Halfway up the stairs, he stopped—pressed her against the wall, lips finding hers again as he ground the rigid length of him into her. Her front-hook bra came off next and landed at the bottom of the stairs. He cupped a breast and bent to it, licking and sucking the taut tip until she whimpered.
“You’ve been driving me insane.” He kissed a fiery path from her breast up her neck and found her lips again. “All night. All week,” he breathed into her mouth.
She arched into him. “Maybe we should do something about it.”
“There’s no maybe.” His hands gripped her ass, supporting her as he carried her the rest of the way up and down the hall, kicking the bedroom door closed behind them.
When he laid her on the bed in a shaft of moonlight, her skin shimmered silvery and flawless. He had to slow down. If she touched him, what he wanted to last for a long, long while would be over in seconds.
“Hands above your head,” he said, voice rough with need. “Grip the headboard. Keep them there.”
She obeyed, eyes locked with his.
He stripped while she watched, her gaze devouring every inch of him. Then he removed what remained of her clothes. Shoes thudded to the floor. Socks followed. He removed the panic button still clipped to her waistband and set it on the nightstand. “Don’t want to set this off.”
“The Devlin cavalry charging in might be awkward,” she said breathlessly.
Any other time, he would have laughed, but he was in the mood for only one thing. He unzipped her pants and peeled them down, revealing more white lace. He kissed his way up her thighs, across her stomach and the soft hollow of her hip. When he pushed her legs apart and licked through her sweetness, she trembled, her grip on the headboard went white-knuckled, but she didn’t move.
He needed to be inside her. The condom was a necessary interruption, handled quickly. Then he moved above her, positioned himself, and sank in. Heat, tightness, and her glorious wetness surrounded him. Somehow, he managed to pause to savor it.
“Now, you’re driving me insane,” she whispered.
“Yes, but we’ve arrived together,” he said, withdrawing then filling her again. “And now we get to have our reward.”
“If I don’t die first. Can you speed up this slow torture just a bit?”
“Sorry, baby. I’m the dom. I decide the pace—among so many other things. You get to follow where I lead, but I promise you’ll enjoy the journey.”
He pulled almost all the way out, listening to her cry of frustration then the catch in her breath and the groan when he surged back in.
With her still gripping the headboard, he raised her legs, knees to her chest, then rocked into her—powerful and possessive—again and again. She cried out, hips lifting to meet every stroke.
Emily was close. He could feel it. But he wasn’t ready for it to end.
“Not yet,” he murmured. “Wait until I say.”
“You’re asking for the impossible.”
“I have faith in you, baby,” he said, easing out.
“No, don’t leave me,” she moaned, frustration thick in her voice.
“I’m not going anywhere. Just mixing it up.” He kissed her thigh. “Release your grasp.”
When her fingers relaxed, he flipped her—chest and cheek to the bed, ass in the air. His hands ran over the curves of her hips and thighs, molding to her backside as he glided in from behind, each stroke a promise, each pause a new torment.
He rolled them next and had her ride him.
“Lock your hands behind your neck, Em. I want to play with your beautiful body.”
A moan was her only protest, even as she obeyed. He teased, coaxed, commanded—cupping her breasts, rolling and tweaking her nipples, thumb circling and flicking her clit. He was unhurried, deliberate, driving her to the brink and holding her there.
She’d done well. Held off longer than he expected. But she didn’t have his control.
