Which means she wants to be here.
She wants this, even if there are parts of her that will fight giving into it.
I feather my lips over her ear and nip at the sensitive skin behind it. She bucks against me, and I ghost a kiss over that spot, then suck gently, making her bow up into me.
“Ever since that night in the park, I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you…everywhere.”
She issues a low whimper, and I grin as I pull back far enough to stare down at her fully. That tiny noise is enough of a concession to tell me she’s on board. Her chest heaves with labored breaths, the anticipation already riling her up more than I’ve ever seen her.
I trail my fingers along the waistband of her pants, but I pause when it hits her holster. “Your gun…”
Her lips curl. “I don’t think we’ll be needing that.”
“Oh, I don’t know…” I pull it free and examine it with a grin. “It could be fun.”
She laughs as I set it on the nightstand, then return to where I really want my focus.
All on her.
Bishop lifts her hips in offering. Deliberately slowly, I pop the button and drag down the zipper, making her wait, making her watch each agonizing movement. She lifts her ass so I can grip the denim and drag the black jeans down her legs. I tug off her boots, letting them fall to the floor, then remove her pants and socks, leaving her bottom half in nothing but a thin strip of dark-blue fabric that barely hides the exact place I want to be right now.
My mouth waters to taste more of her, to coat my tongue in her sweet, delicious release again.
I gently drag my finger up across the damp fabric, and her hips buck again. “You’re wet, Bishop.”
She lifts her head off the mattress and meets my gaze, but before she can open her mouth with some smartass retort, I shift up her again and capture it with another searing kiss. As much as I love arguing with her and getting her riled up that way, this way is so much more fun.
For both of us…
Bishop moans into my mouth, greedily playing with my tongue, warring for control as I slide my hand up under the hem of her shirt and tug down one bra cup. My fingertips find her nipple taut, and when I tug on it, she gasps against my lips.
“Just…what is it…you have planned, Gage?” The words come out stilted on a gasp as I twist the hard peak. “Torturing me?”
That wasn’t my plan.
But I’m not sure she’ll see the distinction between that and giving up control to me here.
Something tells me she’s never done it, never allowed someone else to take the lead in giving her pleasure.
And that’s a fucking shame.
A mistake that has to be remedied.
“I’m going to show you how good it can be when you give someone else control.” Her body tenses under mine, and I drag my head back to find her eyeing me warily. I lazily brush my thumb across her nipple, making her twitch as I gaze down at her. “You’re wound too tight, Bishop. You’re desperately holding on to control of things that are far beyond yours, and letting yourself obsess like that will only drive you into the ground. Let me take control tonight. Of this.” I pinch her nipple. “Of you.” I brush my lips across hers again, tentatively, trying to get her to ease the tension in her body that has her wound like a bow string. “Please.”
It won’t be easy for her.
I knew it the moment I told her she needed to follow me home tonight. But I’ve never shied away from any mission in my life, and she’s the best kind of challenge. The kind that has a glorious reward at the end of the effort.
If I can only get her to let go and trust me…
Bishop’s gaze wavers between uncertainty and interest. The same war raging there that so often does between us. One I hope to win tonight.
I feel the exact moment she gives up the fight.
She sags back against the bed, that tension releasing as she kisses me hard, sliding her fingers through my hair and tugging at the strands. If she has any lingering reservations, she’s locked them away in a place that is no longer interfering with what’s happening between us.
Exactly what I’ve been praying for since the moment we met.
