He’s breathing hard, chest heaving, his eyes blazing that impossible gold. His gaze sweeps the room once, twice, looking for threats. Finding none.
Finding me instead. Flushed and breathless and very obviously caught.
Those golden eyes lock onto mine, and the raw hunger in them makes my stomach flip.
“You.” He growls, stepping inside and slamming the door shut behind him. “Are in so much trouble.”
21
BODHI
She doesn’t cower. Doesn’t apologize. Instead, her chin lifts, and even caught red-handed, there’s defiance in her expression and a mischievous glint in her eye.
“You left without saying goodbye.”
I cross to the bed in three strides, grab the covers, and rip them back.
She’s bare from the waist down, her robe hanging open, her thighs still pressed together. The evidence of what she was doing glistens on her skin, and I have to close my eyes for a second to keep from losing what’s left of my control.
“Did you come?”
Her breath catches. “No.”
“Good.”
I drop to my knees beside the bed, hook my hands behind her thighs, and drag her to the edge of the mattress. She gasps, her fingers flying to my shoulders, but I’m already there, already spreading her open, already lowering my mouth to taste what’s mine.
The first stroke of my tongue makes her cry out. She’s swollen and slick and so worked up from touching herself that I know this won’t take long. But I’m not rushing. Not this time.
I lick through her folds slowly, deliberately, learning every dip and curve. When I circle her clit, she whimpers. When I suck it between my lips, she screams my name.
“Quiet.” I press my palm flat against her stomach, holding her down. “You wanted to put on a show? Now you get to lie there and take what I give you.”
She makes a sound that’s half protest, half moan, but her hips stop bucking. Good girl.
I work her higher, using my tongue and my fingers, stretching her gently, even as I drive her toward the edge. She’s so tight, so responsive. Every touch draws a gasp or a whimper that goes straight to my cock.
When she comes, it’s with a broken sob, her whole body arching off the mattress. I don’t stop. I ease her through it, then build her up again, adding another finger, preparing her for what’s coming.
“I can’t.” She gasps, her hands fisting in my hair. “It’s too much; I can’t.”
“You can.” I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her, and watch her eyes roll back. “You will.”
The second orgasm rips through her even harder than the first. I feel her clench around my fingers, feel the flutter of her walls, and my bear howls with satisfaction.
Ready. She’s ready.
I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and look down at her. She’s wrecked, splayed across the mattress, her chest heaving and her eyes glazed. The robe has fallen open completely, baring everything to my hungry gaze.
“More.” The word comes out hoarse. “I need more. I need you.”
I stand, my hands going to my belt. But before I can unbuckle it, I force myself to stop.
“Emma.” Her name scrapes out of my throat. She blinks up at me, drunk on pleasure and struggling to focus. “When I make you mine, it’s going to be forever. There will be no going back. Do you understand?”
That’s got her attention.
“And once I do, I won’t be able to let you go. Ever.” I hold her gaze, needing her to hear this, to understand. “You’ll belong to me.”
