A wide grin spread across his face, the joy within him so strong, he was sure he could bleed sunshine.
She put her hands out to him, wrists up, just as she had that first night they’d made love. “Make me yours, Reid Jamison.”
Brynn shivered as Reid’s heated gaze caressed her naked form, heightening her awareness of every lonely inch between them. He lifted her wrists to his mouth and kissed each one. “I think it may take more than a collar for me to stake my claim.”Author: Roni Loren
Sharp tingles raced up her arms, her body craving him like it craved food and water. “Guess it’s a good thing I sent Jace on his merry way after he let me in, then.”
“Good thing.” He grabbed her hips and lifted her to straddle his towel-clad lap, his hard length brushing the terry cloth against her sensitive skin. “Because you’re mine now. And I don’t share what’s mine. Not with another person.” He touched his lips to the pink line that striped the top of her breast. “And not with ugly memories. All we need is you and me.”
She smiled through unshed tears as he hooked the collar around her neck and ran a finger over the hollow of her throat. “Yes, sir.”
He cupped her face and kissed her eyelids, then her lips. “Don’t cry, sugar.”
She pressed her forehead against his and let her hands glide down his chest, which was still dewy from his shower. “I will if you don’t stop torturing me.”
“What do you mean?”
She traced a circle around his flat nipple. “How am I supposed to sit here and be submissive when you look so fucking hot?”
He laughed, a big and hearty sound that seemed to lighten the air around them. “We’re going to have to work on your patience.”
She rocked once against his lap, stroking herself along his erection. “Good luck with that.”
The blue of his eyes darkened with lust, possessiveness. “Tell me now if you have any lines you don’t want me to cross yet.”
She smiled. No more fear. Only anticipation. And love. “Don’t go easy on me, sir. I’m all yours.”
He gave her butt a lightning-quick smack. “Get on your back, LeBreck. Hands gripping the slats of the headboard.”
Biting her lip, she climbed off him and followed his instructions. He rose from the bed and then disappeared into his walk-in closet, leaving her wondering what the heck he was up to. When he emerged, he had a fistful of neckties and had dropped the towel. Knowing that she may soon be blindfolded, she took the chance to devour him with her eyes. No matter how many times she saw him naked, the sight of his hard angles and smooth muscles never failed to steal her breath and light up her insides.
Her focus traveled down the planes of his torso to the vee of his pelvis, honing in on the evidence of his arousal. She wet her lips, the memory of his taste alighting on her tongue. The desire to please him, to bring pleasure to the man she loved—her master—bloomed in her like a living thing. Never had she suspected that accepting her submissive role with him would feel so freeing, so undeniably right. It was as if her soul had been out of alignment, and Reid smoothed all the chinks.
He gave a dark chuckle. “You’re looking at me like I’m your next meal.”
“Maybe you are.”
His fist wrapped around his cock, and he stroked his thumb across the head, catching the bit of liquid glistening there. “You love seeing how hard you make me, don’t you? How crazy you can drive me?”
She nodded and pressed her thighs together, her own liquid heat surging in response.
He stepped next to the bed and ran his damp thumb across her lips. Automatically, she sucked the pad of it into her mouth, closing her eyes and savoring his undeniably masculine flavor. When he took his hand away, she lifted her lashes to find him staring
at her with a heady combination of tender love and unrepentant sexual hunger. “Give me your wrists.”
She complied and he knotted the end of a tie to one. Gently, he set her arm back on the bed, then ran his palm along the outside of her thigh. Her sex throbbed in response, and she shifted her legs in an attempt to provide some pressure to her aching clit. He gave her thigh a playful swat.
“Now, now, no cheating.” He cupped the underside of her knee and drew her leg up. “I want you open to me. I’m going to enjoy that pretty pussy of yours.”
She dropped her head back against the sheets and took deep breaths, trying to focus on anything but the unbearable ache between her legs. She’d longed all these weeks for his touch, his whispered commands, the feel of his mouth on her and his arms around her. The tryst in the parking lot had only whetted her appetite. She didn’t know how much longer she could take it. Maybe Melody’s theory of spontaneous combustion due to sexual frustration had some merit.
“Keep your arms where they are.” He grabbed the other end of the tie attached to her wrist and looped the soft silk around her upper thigh, securing the two together. With one tug, the binding drew her thigh up toward her arm. He quickly trussed the other half of her body in the same manner, leaving her thighs spread wide for his perusal. Deliciously cool air licked at her damp skin as he climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front of her. A hot finger traced along the sensitive juncture between her leg and pelvis, and she shuddered from the subtle contact.
“Look how swollen and wet you are for me, sugar. I bet you would come from the littlest bit of pressure on your clit, huh?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, her words coming out in a breathy rush. “Please, touch me.”
He dipped his head between her thighs and she tilted her hips, begging for his mouth. For agonizing seconds, he held his lips millimeters from her skin, breathing her in, his hot exhales dancing over the needy nerves. “You have permission to come, love. I plan to draw plenty more out of you before the end of the night.”