Page 44 of Dangerous

“Yes,” she rasped.

“Yes, what?”

She glared at his reflection. “Yes, Adam. I’m wicked.”

His eyes darkened but his hand remained still.

“You thought to control me—to make me come in your hand, didn’t you? Or against your sweet, naked bottom.” He thrust against her to illustrate his point.

Her jaw dropped at his raw words.

He released her and stepped away, his ice blue eyes intent on her reflection.

“Remove your gown.” All traces of the satyr had fled and he was every inch the cool aristocrat. She hesitated. How could he be so calm when she was ready to burst? It was annoying. It was humiliating. It was—

“Mia.”

She huffed out a sharp breath and lifted the loose, flimsy fabric over her head, flinging it to one side.

His eyes flickered up and down her body, and then darted back to her navel. His lips parted. “What the devil?” He didn’t wait for her to answer before dropping to his haunches. He lightly brushed the ring and small jewel with his index finger and glanced up. “Does it hurt?”

She smiled. “Not even a little.”

His mouth pulled into a lopsided smile that robbed her lungs of air.

“I have never seen such a thing,” he marveled, glancing from her eyes to her navel, a grin on his face. The awe in his tone told her there wasn’t much he hadn’t seen when it came to women’s bodies.

He fingered the skin around her piercing in suggestive circles, appearing to have forgotten about her sex, even though it was mere inches from his face.

He stood, his eyes still on the small jewel. Judging by the movement beneath his robe he was not disgusted by her as LaValle was. She reached out and tugged on the sash that held his banyan closed. The robe parted to reveal a narrow strip of pale, hard body.

Her eyes settled on the part of him that was not pale. “Oh.”

He shrugged and the robe fell to the floor.

They stood staring at one another, exploring each other’s bodies with their eyes.

His penis rose from a tangle of black curls, the smooth head resting against his muscled abdomen. He was ... perfection. She took a step toward him and reached out a hand to touch him. Before she could take a second step, he scooped her up and closed the short distance to the bed. His mouth crushed hers and he thrust into her without tender preamble. Mia opened beneath the onslaught and took him deeper, their tongues tangling while her hand found the part of him she wanted.

Again he moved away, shaking his head.

“Didn’t we just talk about this?” He cocked one black brow at her. “It’s my turn first.”

“Your turn?”

“Mmm-hmm.” He ran one finger down her jaw, his lips curved in a way that made her shiver. What she wouldn’t give to know what he was thinking.

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Just looking at her responsive body was causing Adam to unravel. What would being inside her do to him?

His eyes dropped to that intriguing ring in her navel. He wanted to tongue it and suck it. To catch it between his teeth and tug. To lick and probe her delicate dimple. To—

He reined in his rampant arousal. If he mounted her right now he would ride her hard and fast, taking his pleasure with no care for hers.

“Lie back,” he said, giving her a gentle push.

She obeyed with a swift compliance at odds with her sensual half smile. She was a vixen. A mocking, teasing siren. She was danger in a dozen forms and Adam would only allow himself to touch her with one finger.