Her eyes widen. “Are you telling me what to do?”
I bring her hand farther behind her back so I can take them both in one hand. Her chest sticks out farther and her head tilts back, exposing her soft neck.
My lips caress her skin below her ear, and she lets out a tortured breath.
“I’m telling you that you don’t get to touch me this time. You sit here like a good girl and do what I say.”
Her eyes darken, and she jerks her wrists, but my hand is bigger and stronger than both of hers put together.
“I’m not good at obeying orders.”
With my free hand, I stroke her skin of her neck, down her throat, and over her chest. I tweak a nipple between my fingertips, and she gasps.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Her gaze meets mine, and there’s desire and frustration, and she probably hates me right now because I’m not giving her what she wants. It only makes me admire her more. She’s got a lot of spirit, and it’s attractive as hell.
She doesn’t say anything, and my hand slides over her belly to the soft mound of hair between her legs.
“I said, do you want me to stop?”
I jump my hand to her thigh and slide upward until I’m as far as I can get without forcing them open. There’s enough of a gap between her legs that I can slide a finger between them. But I won’t touch her pussy until she tells me she wants me to, so I slide the finger as close as I can get with no contact, right up to the apex of her thighs until I feel her heat.
She sucks in a breath, but her mouth remains stubbornly closed.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I whisper it in her ear, low and sexy, and she lets out a little whimper.
My lips brush her skin, and I lower my head to her breasts. But this time I barely brush over them with my lips, letting my hot breath be the only thing that touches her.
Her pink nipples cry out to me, and I long to suck them into my mouth. Playing with Willow like this is making me hard as stone, and I’m this close to releasing her arms and letting her do with me what she wants. Then she speaks, so low I almost miss it.
“Yes.” My gaze darts to hers, and I see desperation in her eyes. “Yes, Hudson. Touch me. Keep going.”
“Good girl.” I reward her by taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking it long and hard while she moans and squirms on the bench. My other hand cups her hip, and I pull her closer to the edge of the bench.
“I’m not good at being a good girl.”
I come up for air to look at her. Writhing under me, her back arched and her body glistening with water, there’s still a defiant look in her eyes, and I don’t think I could ever tame Willow. If I’ve got control for a moment, it’s because she’s letting me. One word and I’ll release her.
“You drive me fucking crazy by not being a good girl.”
She smiles and pushes her breasts out. Even with her hands behind her back, she’s trying to control the situation. And I fucking love that. But I also want to make her submit, just for a moment, to give in to me while we’re playing.
“But just this once, be a good girl for me. Part those thighs and let me taste your pussy.”
Her eyes go wide, and she sucks in a breath. “You’re not such a good guy after all.”
I drag her across the counter so she’s sitting on the edge. “Only when I’m around you.”
She opens her thighs, and I catch the musky scent of her arousal.
My gaze darts to her pink lips, glistening in the dim glow from the fire.
“Fuck.”
I drop to one knee so I can keep her arms pinned behind her. It’s too much fun watching Willow squirm. My free hand slides up her thigh and grips her leg, pushing it apart.
She gasps as I close my mouth over her pussy.
