Her lungs constricted. Confusion and arousal battled through her, and she tried to concentrate when every urge she had prompted her to put her arms up. But she kept in place. Waiting. Questioning. Needing.
His movements controlled and deliberate, he grasped first one wrist and then the other, pulling them above her head. He stretched her enough that her back bowed, scraping her hard-as-rock nipples against his bare chest. She gasped, her eyes wide on him.
This was so out of her experience.
Her panties grew even wetter.
He smiled as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. It hit her then, like a tennis racket to the head. Hedidknow.
Keeping his hold firm, he rolled to the side, letting cool air brush across her heated body. She gave an experimental tug of her arms. Nope. They stayed right in place, easily secured with one of his strong hands. A whimper tried to escape her.
She moved to close her legs, to ease some of the pressure.
“No. I didn’t tell you to move.” He leaned in and bit her earlobe.
The small pain nearly sent her into orbit. She swallowed rapidly, freezing in place.
“Good girl.” He licked her lobe and then up the shell of her ear.
Desire ripped through her with sharp speed. The vulnerability of her position gave her pause, and she turned her head to look at him.
He watched her carefully, his gaze hot. “You understanding?”
“Not really,” she admitted, not sure what to do next.
“All right.” His free hand cupped her jaw, his fingers sweeping gently across her cheekbone. He traced down her neck and over her collarbone before edging along the top of her bra.
Her nipples somehow hardened even more. She tried to push toward his hand, but he just explored where the bra met her skin. A frustrated groan escaped her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, amusement in his tone.
She bit her lip.
“I’ll keep playing until you ask,” he murmured.
She didn’t play this way. Apparently, he did. “I want you to touch me,” she whispered. There. She’d said it.
“Ask me.”
Her gaze slashed back up to his. Stubbornness filled her, but the need was greater. Damn it. “Touch me.”
“That’s not asking.” He leaned in and nipped her ear again.
She jumped.
“You’re lucky we’re just on ears,” he whispered, his breath hot.
She shivered. What else would he bite? “Fine. Would you pretty please, with a cherry on top, touch me, Prince Kyllwood?”
His lids lowered to half-mast. “Sure.” His hand swept inside her bra, and he pinched a nipple.
Shock took her, and she gasped. Electricity zipped straight to her clit. Her hips rolled.
“Is that what you meant?” he murmured.
Not exactly, but it was a turn-on. “Sure,” she said, her chin firming.
“All right.” He moved to the other nipple and flicked it.
