After that, it made no sense to struggle, in part because she was so desperately turned on that she wanted him inside her—now.
But he took his sweet time.
He slowly stripped out of his jeans and T-shirt, turning to give her a view of his world-class ass.
God, she wanted him.
He turned to face her, stroking his erect cock, the erotic sight of it making her womb clench. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Promises, promises.
She thought he was going to get between her legs, but instead, he straddled her chest, his muscular thighs on either side of her, his cock above her mouth.
He rubbed himself against her lips. “Taste it.”
Oh, yes.
She parted her lips, lifted her head off the pillow, and licked the engorged head, swirling her tongue over him again and again, hungry for him.
The muscles of his abdomen jerked, his gaze fixed on what she was doing to him. He fisted a hand in her hair, lifting her head, making it easier for her to take him into her mouth. “Make me good and wet. It will make things easier for you.”
A thrill shivered through her.
It wasn’t easy to go down on him in this position, but it was such a turn-on that Kenzie gave it all she had. She watched his eyes drift shut, saw his muscles tighten.
He drew away from her, settled himself between her thighs, his gaze betraying warmth before his eyes went hard as slate. But rather than entering her, he lowered his mouth to her breasts and began to kiss and nip his way down her body, lips and the sharp edges of his teeth making her shiver.
She ached for him now, her body longing for release.
But he had other plans.
He pulled the pillow out from beneath her head and tucked it under her hips, canting them upward. “That’s better.”
Then he went to work on her with his mouth, those talented lips of his caressing her, teasing her, driving her crazy.
Forgetting she was tied to the bed, she tried to reach down and slide her hands in his hair only to find herself powerless to do anything except submit.
The sweet tug of his lips. The heat of his mouth. The deep glide of his fingers.
She came with a strangled cry, gasping out her pleasure as he finished her, the intensity of her climax almost too much for her body to contain.
And then she was floating somewhere beyond this world.
“I guess I don’t need these any longer.”
She heard a click—a pocket knife?—and felt a tug on the ropes, her wrists and ankles free. But he wasn’t finished with her.
In a blink, he turned her onto her belly, the pillow now beneath her pelvis. The crumple of a condom packet. The hard tip of his cock nudging her from behind. The sweet stretch as he penetrated her.
He fucked her hard and fast, sliding one hand beneath her to stroke her clit, his powerful thrusts carrying her once more over that radiant edge. This time, he went with her, his breath hot on her shoulder as he came.
He rolled off her, tossed the condom in the trash, and drew her against him, holding her and kissing her with such tenderness that it put an ache in her chest. “You’re safe with me. You know that, right?”
“Of course. Like I said, I love the way you overwhelm me.”
* * *
Conrad held Kenzie,his mind blissfully empty, his body content. He’d never tied a woman up before or pretended to overpower them, and he hadn’t felt completely comfortable with the idea. His father had drummed respect for women into his head before he’d reached puberty.
