It wouldn’t have mattered in this moment if she had answered “yes” to that question, but her slight hesitation and that tiny sliver of fear are enough to tell me I’m not alone in feeling that what we have goes far beyond the sexually charged energy between us.
I crush my mouth to hers, truly kissing her for the first time in almost a week. She moans, wrapping her arms around my neck and tugging me tighter against her. I loop my arms around her back and roll onto mine, taking her with me, careful to ensure I’m not holding her too tightly.
“Pull off that shirt and come sit on my face, Hellcat.”
Her eyes flare wide as she stares down at me, but her fingers find the hem of the shirt and she tugs it up and tosses it over the side of the bed, then reaches down and slides off her panties, throwing them on the floor, too.
Even with the bruises marring her skin, Bishop is the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen on this planet.
How was I ever supposed to resist her?
I shift down until my head rests on the pillow, and she moves up, placing her knees on either side of my head, settling her glistening cunt right where I want it.
“Christ, Bishop. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this.”
She gazes down at me from half-lidded eyes, her bare chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation.
“Grab the headboard.”
Her hands curl around the same slats I had her tied to our first night here.
“If this hurts at all, you tell me and we’re stopping.”
She gives me a sharp nod, but we both know she’s too stubborn to ever admit that, which just means I have to be gentle with her. Though I’m not so sure she’ll be gentle with me.
BISHOP
Fire blazes across Gage’s blue gaze, burning away the reservation that’s been lingering there, and he slides his hands around to grip my ass and drags me forward, lifting his head to slowly run his tongue through my core.
My hips immediately jerk at the contact.
Fuck…
One simple brush against my skin, and I start trembling.
He kisses every inch of me.
My inner thighs.
My dripping pussy.
My clit.
Exploring in the most sensually slow and methodical way.
Not hard.
Not harsh.
Probing, seeking, licking, and gently flicking the tip of his tongue across me so deliciously that stars explode against my closed eyelids.
I drop my forehead to rest it on top of the headboard as a slow groan floats from deep in my chest.
The intensity that has always existed between us is still there, thrumming through every brush of his lips and tongue, vibrating in the way he sucks so gently on my clit, in the subtle tensing of his hands into my ass.
But it’s restrained.
He’s restrained in a way he never has been with me before.
