Heat charges through me, followed by my own laughter.Thiswoman. She’s sexy and witty, caring and giving. Strong-willed and submissive at times too. If I’m not careful, I’ll fall hard for her.
And that unexpected thought was brought to you by your libido.
Or…was it? Because my heart is tripping fast now. So much faster than I’d expected.
What the hell is going on inside me? But now’s not the time for me to analyze that organ in my chest. Other organs need tending to.
I rise and come around to face her while the dog settles quietly into a corner of the cottage.
Ripley’s on the floor, kneeling on the area rug in front of the couch. She’s wearing panties and a white T-shirt that slopes off her shoulder. The simplicity is even sexier than if she were wearing elegant lingerie. I run a hand down her soft blond hair. She stretches her neck, moving with me.
“You like it when I tell you what to do in bed,” I say, adding on to our conversation from moments ago, before I bound her. It’s a statement, not a question. Still, I’m dying for her response.
“Seems I do, Banks,” she says.
I drag my hand to the back of her head, curling it over her neck. “Because you spend all day taking care of everyone else. At night, you don’t want to.”
A small, wise smile shifts her lips. “Yes, so why don’t you shut up and fuck my mouth?”
Yup. That’s her. Keeping me on my toes with that defiant attitude. My damn heart surges, making a liar of me once more.
I tug off my T-shirt, but I don’t fully comply. Instead, I drop down in front of her. Cup her cheek. Hold her gaze. “Patience,” I tell her.
“Why do I have to be patient?”
“Because good things come to good girls who wait. Like this,” I say, then I brush my lips to hers—a tender, gentle kiss that has her gasping.
Me too.
I dust my mouth over hers again, the kind of kiss that leaves you wanting.
Teasing her, I graze her lips, kiss her jawline, travel up to the shell of her ear. She’s sighing and murmuring as I return to her lush mouth, tip up her chin, and take another sip of a kiss. I drink her kisses like they’re whiskey I want to savor. Like each drop needs to be tasted fully on my tongue.
We luxuriate in the kiss till my bones are melting and Ripley’s breath is stuttering. I let go. “See? Patience is a good thing.”
“It is,” she whispers.
I stand and drag my thumb over her bottom lip. Pliantly, she opens for me. Swirls her tongue around my thumb, then draws it into her mouth. With avid eyes, she stares at me as she sucks.
Electricity crackles through my entire body, amplified by her hungry gaze.
When she lets go of my thumb, I push down the waistband of my shorts. “Now take it.”
Her eyes flicker with desire. “Give it to me.”
The give-and-take with her is scrambling my brain. No one has ever revved my engine like Ripley. I push down my shorts to my thighs, then my briefs, and free my aching cock. Her breath hitches.
I rub the tip against her pretty lips. She sighs as she licks the head.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” I grit out.
She flattens her tongue, sliding it along the underside of my dick, and holy fuck. My cells sizzle. My brain goes offline. She’s barely drawn me into her mouth, and I’m already burning up everywhere.
“More,” she murmurs, a soft but clear order.
I push in farther, and she wraps her mouth around my shaft. Then she sucks and licks. Flicks and swirls. It’s intoxicating to watch her. The way she has to balance on her knees, how she can’t use her hands. She opens wide, urging me with her mouth and her body to give her everything.
“You want it all, sweetheart?”
