Page 78 of To Tango, with Desire

“But it’s . . .”

“It’s?”

“You know . . . personal.”

Zane nodded. “Okay, how about I stay here, blindfolded, and you lie over there, on the bed, doing whatever you like with whatever you like. And I promise not to peek.”

“And that’s it?”

“I give you my word.” He rose, walking through to the walk-in closet. He came back with a tie, sat down on the chair, and blindfolded himself.

“Ready when you are, sweetheart.”

I cleared my throat. I was so damn hot for him, I knew this wouldn’t take long.

I scooted back on the bed, slipping off all my clothes. Then, taking a few pillows, I propped myself against the headboard.

Licking my fingers, I pinched my nipples, tugging at the hardening tips.

“Tell me what you’re doing. I want to know,” he commanded.

“Playing with my nipples.”

His short groan hit me right between my legs. “I can’t wait to put them in my mouth, Amira. To suck and bite down on them until you can’t bear it.”

How the hell was I going to resist him now?

“Can you imagine it, wife? My tongue running circles around your breasts, sucking them while I toy with your clit. You like it when I stroke you, don’t you?”

“Yes.” My voice hitched.

“Touch yourself, Amira.”

I did as he commanded, mesmerized by his voice. It was so damn erotic, so damn sexy, that I didn’t care if it blurred the lines. I wanted this. I wanted him.

“Are you touching your clit?”

“I am.”

He smiled. “Good.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was compelling, powerful, in control. And I wanted him inside of me, stretching and filling me until I came. I cried out, feeling a rush of pleasure, but wanting, needing to hold back my orgasm.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Finger yourself now, sweet Amira. I want to hear it.”

I did. First one finger, then two. “Oh shit.”

I could hear the dampness of my arousal. I knew he could, too.

“If I were on that bed, I’d fuck you with my tongue until you couldn’t stand it. Until you begged. Do you know I’ve dreamed about you? About burying my head in between your legs and making you scream?”

“Y-you have?” My eyes were heavy, but I forced them open.

“I have. I was thinking about that when you interrupted me.”