“Everything okay?”
Her gaze roamed his body. “It’s—you—” Her tongue darted across her lips. “You’re so fucking hot it’s not fair.”
He adjusted his hips, trying to relieve the uncomfortable strain on his cock. “I could say the same about you.” He made a point of dragging his gaze along her body, memorizing every detail. “The way you look right now, it’s a kind of torture.”
A wicked smile spread across her lips. “Oh no, Zeus. The torture hasn’t begun yet.”
The bed dipped when she kneeled on it, and he nearly choked on his next inhale when she crawled up his body until her lips brushed his.
“Tonight, you’re all mine.” She lowered her head to lay a kiss on the inside of his bicep, on one of his rose tattoos. “Mine.” She kissed his temple. “Only mine.” He felt her lips on the scar on his eyebrow.
The low hum of her voice as she nuzzled her soft cheek against his rough one nearly had him undone.What was she doing to him?It was pure torture.
Then she took his mouth, and there was only pure joy. Her lips were like heaven. Her tongue, a deliverance. She didn’t hold back, giving him everything. Her moan reverberated through him, and he nearly let go of the headboard.
She must have felt it, because she drew back, placing her hands on his forearms. “Uh-uh,” she scolded lightly, shaking her head. “Not yet. Soon, but not yet.” With a teasing giggle, she reared back up on her knees, her nailslightly scraping down his chest to his hips, where she started to flick off his belt.
“Fuck.” His exhale was a hiss. “If you keep doing that, baby, I don’t think I’ll last three seconds.”
“I have faith in you, old man.” She giggled at her own ridiculous joke, and it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
When she slid his zipper open, his grip jolted the rails, shaking the whole bed. “Shit, princess. I’m a hair trigger tonight. Be sure.”
Their eyes connected before she said, “I’ve never been more sure.” Without looking away, she tugged open his fly, wiggling away so she could guide his pants over his hips. Her hand dragged over the length still covered in his briefs.
The groan that rumbled from the back of his throat was a little unhinged. “Christ, that feels so good.”
“Mmm,” she hummed, before she drew back his underwear and caught his dick in her hands. “Does this feel better?”
He choked out a breathless laugh.
“It’s so hard and strong, but so soft,” she murmured, stroking him slowly from root to tip. Then she lowered her head, and her tongue caressed his entire length, before her mouth engulfed him.
His roar was hoarse. He’d never been loud during sex, but the sounds emerging from him now were nothing short of obscene.
She hummed again, making the vibration ricochet through his entire body, exploding in his heart. When she took him so deep that she made a soft gagging sound, one of his hands let go of the rails, and gripped the back of her hair, tugging harder than he intended. “Vanessa,” he warned roughly.
She shot up, eyes watering but smirking. He’d never imagined that this act could be satisfying to any woman. All his experiences with this had been quick and usually in a haze of intoxication, but hell if Vanessa didn’t look annoyed that he’d interrupted her.
“Jordan Thompson,” she said firmly. “You are a very bad boy.” She grasped his hand still wrapped in her hair and drew it back up to the headboard. Then, she sat back on her haunches and undid the sash around her breasts. “You leave me no choice.”
She scooted up the bed, her glorious tits so close he couldn’t help himself as he drew a nipple into his mouth, and made quick work of tying his wrists to the rails. When she was done, she looked down at him. “If this isn’t okay—” For the first time she looked uncertain. Her hand stayed against the tie, ready to yank it free if he told her to.
He’d never been tied up before, had never even considered it, but now that he was completely at her mercy… “I fucking love it. Do whatever you want to me. Do your best and your worst.”
With a mischievous grin, she shimmied back down his body. “Only if you trust that I’m loving every second of it.”
His head dipped back against the pillow, his eyelids sinking closed. When she wrapped her mouth around him again, a strange heat pricked behind his eyes, because this woman made him feel like he could do no wrong. Like his past didn’t matter. And her trust sounded too much like his redemption.
Her pace was slow and steady. The soft mewls that came from her, hungry and gratified. The sash around his wrists was soft, but it tightened every time he jerked against the confines. She was driving him mad and somehowgrounding him at the same time, like she was both the storm and the anchor.
But if she didn’t take her mouth off him in two seconds?—
“Shit!” His hips jerked violently, the sensation too powerful to control, and she released him.
“Perfect,” she said, sliding a finger across her lips. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”
A rough laugh escaped him, raw against his dry throat. “And where is that? On the verge of having a cardiac event?”
