“I’d gag you, but I might need your mouth to pleasure my cock.”
“You—” She tried to bite him.
He laughed and sat back, stripping off his coat and waistcoat and then pulling his shirt over his head.
She sighed with pleasure as his lean torso was revealed, her gaze lowering to where his cock was already pushing against the confines of his open breeches.
“You can sigh all you like, madam, but you’re not getting fucked until I decide whether you deserve it.”
“And what might I have to do to earn that honor?” Carenza inquired.
He raised an eyebrow as he shucked off his breeches and stockings. “I’ve already told you. You beg.”
“Untie me, and I’ll think about it.”
“No.”
“I can pleasure you far better with the use of my hands.”
“But this isn’t about my pleasure, is it?” He kissed her nipple. “As you keep reminding me, it’s all about you.”
The flash of pure frustration in Carenza’s eyes, along with a dash of murder, was almost worth all his frustrations—the nights when he’d had to stroke his cock to completion while thinking of her, the opportunities he’d turned down simply because his body didn’t seem to want anyone but her. It was enough to drive a man to drink, and he felt he deserved a little revenge.
Having the woman he desired sprawled naked on his bed with her hands tied to his headboard was just as delightful as he’d imagined. He ran his fingers down over her breasts, traced the curve of her hips, and returned to her face where she was now scowling.
“Is something wrong?” he asked as he lightly caressed her.
“You know what I want, Julian,” Carenza said with far too much composure for his liking.
“I know what you like.” He kissed her hard nipple and then licked it until she shuddered. “I’m just not willing to give it to you yet.”
In truth, he didn’t want to give in to hisowndesires to treat her exactly as she wanted because he enjoyed it too much. He might lose his much-vaunted control, and then where would they be? In heaven? In hell? He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.
Carenza moved restlessly against the sheets, one of her thighs falling open to expose her most intimate secrets. Julian couldn’t look away from the swell of her clit and the wetness tangled with her damp hair. He wanted to lick it all off and fill her again. He reminded himself to stay in control and not let Carenza goad him into behaviors he might later regret. She looked at him from under her lashes and breathed his name.
Damnation.
He lowered his head and sucked her clit into his mouth, making her scream. He raised his head to look at her. “That’s better.”
When she growled, he cocked an eyebrow.
“Do I have to tie your ankles as well?”
She considered him, her gaze sultry, the hint of release already flushing her cheeks, and he realized he’d made a tactical error. She was willing to try whatever he suggested, and, if he did tie her up and had the freedom to roam over her body, he might never let her go.
“Alas, I have nothing to bind you with.” He caressed her ankle.
“You could use my stockings.”
“I think not.” He let his fingers drift from her ankle up to her knee and beyond. “You’re very wet.”
“I wonder why.”
He cupped her mound, and she shivered as he thumbed her clit. “I’m beginning to reconsider the gag.” He thrust three fingers gently inside her in a slow, shallow rhythm that he knew would frustrate her greatly.
“You like me arguing with you.”
“Whatever gave you that idea? I prefer my women to be silently in awe of my lovemaking skills.”
