She stood as he stepped towards her. Well, it was more like he glided. One minute he was across the room and then he was in front of her. Surrounding her. He pressed her back against the cold dungeon wall, but all she felt was hot. The heat filled her from her toes to the top of her head. He leaned in, his mouth mere inches from hers. She could see the little flecks of green in his brown eyes. “I bet I can get you to beg me to look at your . . . private areas.”
She shook her head. Uh-uh, not happening, no way.
“What happened to hating me? I’m a reporter, remember? Aren’t you scared that, when I get out of here, I’ll write an article on what you’ve done to me?”
He moved closer, leaning his cheek against hers, his breath whispered against her ear. “And just what are you going to tell them, sweetheart? How I made your insides quiver? That your nipples grew hard just from me looking at them? That you dared me to find every freckle on your body and kiss them?”
“I did not dare you to do that.” But, God, she wanted him to.
He inserted a leg between hers, his hard thigh was now pressed against her pussy. And she was so wet. Horrified at the thought he might feel how damp she’d grown through his pants, she tried to wiggle away, but then he laid a kiss behind her ear. And moved lower. And lower. He reached the spot where her neck and shoulder met and laved it with his tongue.
“You taste so delicious. Makes me want to kiss you all over. You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
She shook her head frantically.
“No?”
“No.”
“Let’s check, shall we?”
“No,” she squeaked, attempting to press her legs together, which wasn’t about to happen with his leg firmly separating hers.
“No? Sweetheart, you say no a lot. I need to teach you how to say yes.”
“Fucking let go of me.”
“All right.”
All right? He was going to release her? She felt a mix of relief and disappointment at that. Then he leaned in and kissed her. And all thoughts fled. All she had left was feeling. His tongue danced between her lips, and she whimpered as delight whipped through her, the edges sharp and breathtaking. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he ravaged her.
He nibbled his way down her neck again. Her breath was coming in sharp pants. “What’s my name?”
What? Was this some sex thing?
“My name,” he repeated as he reached between them and cupped her breast.
“Mr. Hottie,” she breathed out as he ran his thumb over her nipple. Fuck, that felt so good.
He paused. “Mr. Hottie?”
“Yes, do that again.” He ran his thumb back over the stiff nub and she groaned. Her clit throbbed. She was so turned on, she couldn’t think about anything except her need to have him touch her.
“Mr. Hottie, huh? That’s cute. But what’s my real name?”
“I don’t know,” she said impatiently. “Stop talking. Kiss me.”
He leaned in and kissed her again. This time the kiss was harder, hotter. She wrapped her fingers through his hair, attempting to keep his lips pressed to hers. He bit down lightly on her lip.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Behave,” he growled at her. His eyes almost seemed to glow as his voice took on a deeper, rougher quality. “You are not in charge here.”
“You’re moving too slowly.” She rubbed herself against his leg and shuddered as waves of pleasure engulfed her. She tried to move again, but he grabbed her hips, holding her still.
“Who are you?”
“Can’t tell you that.”