I reach under the bed and pat around the floor for the dressing gown I deliberately left there last night. Then I unhook its velvet belt and dangle it in front of Jayden’s amused features.
‘Ah, I see. Back to the list,’ he muses, snatching it through my fingers.
He flips me onto my back, pouncing on me like a ravenous predator about to devour his first meal in months.
‘You didn’t seriously thinkyou’dbe tyingmeup, did you?’ He works quickly, securing my wrists to the bedposts with a secure army-like knot, and tugs the material to test its strength. He needn’t have bothered. There’s no way in a million years I’d move from this spot.
A shiver of excitement tinged with mild apprehension tingles the lengths of my spine.
Who would have guessed the woman who normally relishes taking control would so easily surrender it? And for Jayden Cooper, no less.
He hovers over me, effortlessly eye-fucking me like he’s a goddamn porn star.
‘Cat got your tongue?’ Twin pools of lust feast on my nakedness as he parts my legs without breaking eye contact. ‘Don’t worry Princess, it hasn’t got mine. I’m going to lick every single inch of you until you’re unable to bear it for a single second longer.’
‘I suppose I’ll put up with it for a while.’ My faux reluctance is fooling no one. One swift seductive swipe of his finger across my entrance and my accompanying gasp proves it.
The signature Jayden smirk is back in full force as he grabs my ankles, pinning them to the bottom of the bed. His tongue treats my inner thigh to maddeningly languorous licks. Each time he gets near my centre, it dips again, moving onto the other leg.
My vision clouds and blurs, and a fiery longing burns through my stomach and lower. I squirm as he eyes me with a mocking semi-smile, continuing to torment me with that expert tongue.
‘Can I help you, Princess?’
‘You’re driving me demented. I didn’t realise until today it was possible to go blind with lust. I thought that’s just something they wrote in romance novels.’
He sniggers and his hot breath sends goosebumps rippling across my skin.
‘You know what you have to do then, don’t you?’ Hovering at my core, he’s so close, but so goddamn far.
Whichever way we do it, whatever we’re ticking off the bucket list, it always comes back to this. His filthy mouth. It’s his kink. And I love it.
Ethan was always super polite in bed and predictably vanilla. Nice. Satisfying occasionally. But memorable? Never.
The man currently between my legs thrives on possession. Ownership. He gets off on making me beg him with the filthiest words in the English language. Which is precisely why I’m going to give them to him. Using those sorts of words is something I wouldn’t have dreamed of with anyone before him. Secretly, it thrills me as much as it thrills him.
‘Jayden, I need you to stop teasing me and fuck me with your tongue.’
His mouth anchors to my sex. Within seconds, my thighs are trembling so hard he has to hold them still. My release builds hard and fast. Instinctively, I reach for his hair, but my arms are yanked back by the velvet cord and army-style knots.
A moan gurgles in my throat as my eyes dart between my secured wrists and the man between my legs, who’s absorbing me through hooded eyes while his tongue relentlessly rakes over the length of me.
He treats me like a goddess. Like he’s getting as much pleasure out of this as I am. I’m luxuriating in the sheer indulgence of his intensity.
My pelvis arches greedily to meet his mouth. ‘Jayden, I’m going to…’
Convulsions rip through me, shuddering and rocking the world as I know it. Wave after wave of pleasure cascades through every inch of me as stars shoot and soar behind my eyes.
He plants a final kiss there before wriggling up the bed on three solid legs. Slinging my dead legs over his powerful shoulders, he inches into me slowly, filling me up bit by bit, until I take in every inch of him.
He sweeps my hair from my brow, pausing for a second. ‘You okay, Princess?’
There it is again. That tenderness we’re not supposed to share.
I nod, emotionally and physically wrung out. For some reason, tears are threatening beneath my closed eyelids.
‘Look at me,’ he commands and I obey. Neither of us is under any illusion he’s in complete control.
‘Am I hurting you?’ He withdraws an inch, resting his weight on his elbows on either side of me.
