How the hell did I think I would ever get away from this man?
Why did I want to?
“Tell me how you want it, Kady,” he implores at the same time he slides two fingers deep in me.
Unprepared, but needy, I clench around him. Over and over he enters me, sending ripples of pleasure through my body.
“Tell me. You want it rough and dirty like this morning? Or sweet and gentle?”
“Do you know how?”
He answers my sassy question by twisting his fingers inside me and thrusting them in and out faster.
“Oh.” My legs shake and my hold around his neck tightens. “Oh, shit.”
He silences me with a kiss. My body keeps climbing, seeking something I know Blaise can give me. But this feels even more delicious than I remember. “Blaise, please.”
“Shh…take it and behave yourself. Come on my fingers. Then maybe I’ll let you have my cock.”
“Oh, fuck.” I drop my head, shaking like a rag doll in his arms. “Please, I want…”
I want everything. More of his skin against mine. His dick inside me, fucking me hard.
Most of all I want release from this aching need.
His thumb swipes over my clit, and my hips buck. He does it again and again. The need keeps building and finally crashes in a hard, fast wash of relief.
He drags his fingers out of me and cups my pussy. Holding me and running his hands over me like he can’t get enough.
I turn my upper body and cling to him. Trying to catch my breath. Slow my heart. Cool my overheated skin.
His hands run over my hips and up and down my back. “That’s my girl,” he whispers. “I wanted you to see how pretty you are when you come for me. But you couldn’t keep your eyes open, could you?”
That dark, teasing voice does me in. Tingles race over my skin. A new awareness. Longing stirs again in my greedy pussy.
Eager for more, I rub my breasts against him. My hands stray to the bottom of his shirt and slowly lift it. I lift my gaze and meet his simmering stare. “May I?”
“Yeah, baby. Take what you want.”
Pulling off his shirt reveals his perfectly-toned upper body. The sexy V of defined abs, tight pecs, strong shoulders, and sculpted arms. Maybe we’ve been apart too long. Blaise has always been good-looking. But I don’t remember him being quite this hard. Thischiseled.
There’s laughter on his lips when I meet his eyes again.
“What’s wrong, Kadydid?”
“Nothing. You’re—”
His hands grab my shorts and shove them off the rest of the way, cutting off my words. “I’m what, baby?”
“So much…” I don’t know how to say what I want, so I trail my fingers over his chest and down his body. I’d been so focused on the scar my knife had left behind, I didn’t notice the other physical changes. “Harder,” I finally finish.
“Worked out a lot while you were gone. Wanted to build up my stamina so when you came back, I’d be able to fuck you and spank your ass all damn night.”
I let out a soft giggle. “I seem to remember your stamina being just fine.” I pin him with a half-serious stare. “And don’t you dare think about smacking my ass.”
“Baby,” he says, grabbing my ass and dragging me closer. “It’sallI’ve thought about since you left. Can’t fuckin’ wait to tie you up again.”
Waves of arousal threaten to drown me as I remember the tilt of need. The thrill and fear of being tied down and at his mercy.
