He obeyed, still wearing that irritating manly smirk. Her eyes narrowed. Did he honestly not comprehend her power yet?
She put a little extra sway into her hips as she turned away, and she knew his gaze was all over her. She opened her bureau drawer and found exactly what she needed.
Alex didn’t thinkhe’d ever been so happy in his life. His body was whole, he was in a warm place, the puppy had flopped down to sleep by the roaring fire, and he was with the woman he loved. Sure, their future was uncertain, and as she’d noted, they were both unemployed and essentially rootless, but he couldn’t quite lose his optimism. They’d make it, one way or another.
He hadn’t entirely planned on jumping into bed with her tonight. He’d had some vague idea of them having a very adult and mature conversation the whole night long. Unfortunately, she’d had to go and breathe. That was apparently all it took for him to lose all rational thought.
Her body was lit by the light of the fire and her reading lamp. Her plump thighs rubbed together when she walked away from him to her chest of drawers. He wished he could insert his cock between those legs, let that silk rub him to orgasm. He loved how completely at ease she’d become in being naked with him. He loved her basic sweetness, her gentleness, which she kept hidden under a prickly exterior. Loved…her.
His sweet, gentle woman turned to him.
With scarves in her hands.
“Stretch your arms above your head and don’t move them. No matter what.” A dimple winked. “Please.” The request was actually more of an order and Alex balked.
“Um, angel…”
“Do it.”
Aw, hell. His personality didn’t really lend itself to abdicating control. But now that he thought about it, he wanted no doubts to linger between them that he had coerced her or taken advantage of her.
He extended his arms above his head. “Fine. You’re in charge. Don’t get too used to it. And no funny business.”
Genevieve frowned. “It doesn’t hurt, right? Stretching your arms like that?”
Like a complete sap, he melted to goo. “It’s fine. Hasn’t hurt for a while now.”
She straddled his chest and tied his hands to the headboard with quick motions. He resisted the urge to strain against the bonds. Then she leaned in close, tracing a forefinger along his biceps. The muscles jumped in response to her touch.
“I think you’re missing out if you institute a no-funny-business clause. I’ve read that some of that funny business can be quite pleasurable.”
Alex shivered at her breath on his neck. “I want some guidelines. Number one, my ass is my own, angel.”
Her pert nose wrinkled and she sat back on his stomach. He could feel the curls on her sex getting progressively wetter, could smell her arousal, which had his cock rising in appreciation behind her. “Yeah, you can keep your ass. I never understood the attraction of that whole deal anyway.”
A violent possessiveness rose within his chest. He had never gone for anal sex much either, but instinct urged him to brand himself on every part of her body he could reach. “Let me tie you down later,” he rasped. “And we can explore it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
“Number two…”
“Bored now.” Before he could even guess as to her intent, she leaned down and bit gently at his right nipple, then laved it with her tongue. He subsided with a groan and relaxed against the fresh sheets. So he would give up a little bit of control. It wouldn’t kill him. Except maybe with pleasure. Her silken body slowly moved down his, her hair tickling his abdomen. He grunted when his cock brushed through the warm valley of her breasts. Her gaze darted up to him, violet sparks flashing in her exotic eyes. “You like that?” She deliberately rubbed her body against him again.
“Oh, Jesus, yes.”
She pleasured him for a minute before he gathered his energy to speak. “Use your hands. Wrap yourself around me.”
She moved away from him without warning, and he opened his eyes in shocked hunger. Her stubborn chin tilted up. “Maybe we do need a few more rules. For the next little while, I’m in charge. You don’t give any orders.”
He laughed before he realized she was completely serious. “Or what?”
“Or…” she leaned down and swiped her tongue over the head of his sensitive cock, “…I’m going to gag you. Do we need to do that right now?”
“I think I can manage,” he gasped. Alex would have agreed to anything, just to feel that tantalizing flesh all around him again.
“Good boy.” She teased him with those tiny licks. Only when his breath was uneven did she sit up slightly and use her hands to push her breasts closer together, creating the most wonderful, soft tunnel he had ever had the pleasure of burrowing into. He could feel her heartbeat gaining in speed as she stroked him. He strained to watch, turned on beyond belief at the view of her slumberous eyes, her moist parted lips. The pale globes of her breasts completely surrounded him, her pouty pink nipples almost meeting where his cock tunneled. He couldn’t keep his eyes off that study in contrasts, her feminine beauty sandwiching his cock, flushed an angry red. He itched to reach down and fondle her round breasts while she pleasured him. Oh, she was good. She was perfect.
She watched his cock, drops of pre-come leaking from the tip, moistening her flesh. He shouted when she suddenly tilted her head down and swiped at the head of his penis with her tongue and then sucked it into her mouth. The world reduced to the drag of her flesh on his sensitive body, the warm wet suction of her mouth on just the tip when he emerged. “Yes. Oh, God.” He started to thrust into her mouth, his balls tightened, his spine tingled, and then…nothing.
