He dipped his head into the crook of my neck, so close yet still painfully out of reach.
And he knew it drove me crazy.
“That’s right,” he rasped.
“Then instead ofaskingme what I’m thinking, you should be able totellme what I’m thinking.”
He grinned that wicked, devastating smirk as he slid his palms up my thighs, fingers teasing at the thin cotton between my legs.I sucked in a breath, the scrape of his stubble against my neck sending a shiver through me.
“You’re thinking how you want me to fuck you, Ariana,” he began, teasing me through my panties.“How you want me to pull you off this chair, haul you over to the couch, pin your stomach against it, then slam into you from behind.How you want me to pull your hair, spank you, make you teeter on that perilous tightrope between pleasure and pain.”
With every word he spoke, my breathing grew ragged until I was practically panting for him.
“Isn’t that right?”he asked, his voice rough.
“Yes,” I whispered, pulsing against him, squirming for him to touch me where I needed him.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he stepped back and widened his stance, arms folding over his chest again in a display that made my insides twist.
“Then tell me.”
I blinked, caught off guard by his sudden retreat.
“What?”
“You heard me.”He leaned close once more, his mouth brushing mine without kissing me.“Tell me to fuck you, Ariana.”
I didn’t question it.Didn’t argue.I was so desperate for him, I’d do anything to put me out of my misery.
“Please, Henry.”I swallowed hard.“I need you to fuck me.”
He didn’t move right away.Just stayed a breath away, time seeming to stand still.
Then he spun around, heading toward the stove.He turned it off and removed the pan from the heat before returning to me.Without hesitation, he slammed his lips against mine, thrusting his tongue in my mouth in a way that stole my breath.
Forcing my legs around his waist, he gripped my thighs and lifted me off the barstool, carrying me across the open living space, his lips never leaving mine.And I never wanted them to.Never wanted to stop kissing this man.
But I wouldn’t get my wish.Too soon, he tore his lips away and carefully set my feet on the floor.Reaching for my t-shirt, he tore it over my head and spun me around, bending me over the back of the couch.He yanked my panties down my legs, then pushed my thighs wide, his motions rough and desperate.
His body folded over mine, his lips soft as they made their way up my spine.His breath warmed my neck, causing all the tiny hairs on my body to stand on end.
“If it’s too much, tap the couch three times.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him.“What about my safe word?”
“You won’t be able to talk.”
“I won’t?”
A devilish grin tugged on his lips as he brought my panties up to my mouth.
“Open.”
My heart stuttered, a tiny voice in my head screaming at me not to do this.Victor used to gag me, too.He’d stuff my mouth, then cover my nose so I couldn’t breathe.The way he’d look at me with delight as he held my life in his hands was something I’d never forget.Why would I willingly put myself in the same situation?
But thiswasn’tthe same situation.
