My laugh spills out because seeing him like this makes me feel untouchable. “So you’re telling me if I told you to get on your knees, you’d do it?”
His groan is guttural as his head tips back against the pillow, throat bared, and his cock twitches against my ass. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”
I brush my lips against his, teasing, and fake a gasp. “Fuck, you’re disgusting.”
“Disgusting for you,” he growls shamelessly. His grin is wicked, cocky even as he lies helpless beneath me. “Alwaysfor you. You could spit in my mouth right now and I’d say thank you.”
My pussy gets drenched with his words. We’ll see about that then.
I slide my hand down between us, pressing my palm hard against his cock. He bucks up instantly, muscles straining, a broken sound spilling from his throat. My smirk widens. “Jesus, you’re already hard, and all I did was talk.”
“All you gotta do is breathe near me, Amelia,” he groans, hips rutting up helplessly against my hand. His eyes are blown wide, hungry, desperate. “You could ruin me in five seconds flat and I’d still be begging for more.”
maverick
. . .
Oh my God.
The tape bites into my wrists every time I test it, the sound of it stretching over the iron headboard loud in the quiet of my bedroom. I could break free if I really wanted to, but I don’t.
Not yet.
Not when she’s straddling me like this, black silk draped over her hips as her hair falls forward while she studies me like I’m hers to take apart.
“Untie me,” I rasp out as I struggle against the restraints, my muscles straining and causing the headboard to groan. “Amelia, I’m begging you. Please let me touch you.”
Her plump lips curve into a smirk that makes my pulse race. Her fingertip glides from my collarbone down the center of my chest, stopping just above my belt. The touch of her nail against my skin is nothing and everything all at once.
“No,” she says softly, almost sweetly. “You don’t get to touch. Not yet.”
I groan, frustration and need tangling in my gut until it’s all I can feel.
My hips twitch upward, trying to close the space between us. “You’re killing me, dollface. I can’t—” My words break on a sharp inhale when she rocks her hips just enough to make my vision blur. “Please. I need my hands on you. I need your hair in my fist, fuck, anything.”
She cocks her head, her eyes gleaming with heat. “You like begging, don’t you?”
“I’ll fall to my knees for you, Amelia,” I growl, thrusting upward. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you—untie me.”
She leans forward until her lips are close to my ear, her breath warm enough to make my skin prickle. “You’ll do it anyway, Maverick.”
The tape stretches again as I pull harder this time, desperation breaking through my restraint. My jaw’s clenched, my pulse pounding in my neck. “Please,” I say again, rawer now. “I’m losing my mind here.”
Her hand slides up my throat, thumb tracing my jaw with infuriating calm. “Nope,” she says, enunciating the ‘p’ with a pop.
She shifts back slightly, her weight shifting, and my eyes follow every inch of her. My gaze locks on the slit of her dress where her thigh is exposed, the silk rising higher as she moves over me.
My chest heaves more as my hands tighten into fists against the tape.
“You’re having fun with this,” I say, my voice dark, my hips arching despite myself.
Her eyes gleam in the low light. “I am.”
My throat works around a groan. “You’re dangerous.”
“And you like it.”
She leans in again, close enough for her lips to ghost mine, but she doesn’t close the distance, and my entire body goes tense.
