Big hands roamed her body, seeking, owning. He pushed her wrists above her head, pinning her with ease. She could feel that dominant side of him in every movement, every fevered touch. It was barely leashed, that need to take over. Their lovemaking had always been combative. He pushed, she pushed back. She didn’t submit. She loved that game. But being trapped against the door and feeling the intensity of it all had erotic curiosity pinging through her. Curiosity and…trust.
The feeling was unfamiliar. Powerful. Freeing.
Lane worked his way down her plunging neckline, his lips making heat streak straight downward, and she moaned, every muscle in her body straining toward him. She tried to hold on to her thoughts. “Lane…”
“Hmm,” he murmured as he pushed her dress aside and then dragged his tongue over the curve of her breast, sending smoky desire curling through her. “Do you need me to fight with you?”
She loved that he asked but hated that he had to.
“No.” Her senses homed in on his touch, the pressure on her wrists, her damp panties, her pounding heart. “You said I owe you for the torture. I want to pay you back.”
He stilled and looked up, shadows crossing his face. “No more paying.”
“Not money. I need my hands.” He released her and she flattened her palms on his chest and eased him back, giving herself room. He watched her with careful eyes as she kicked off her heels. Without giving her old demons time to catch up with h
er, she lowered herself to her knees. “I mean, this.” She wet her lips. “I’ll give you the control. I’ll…be whatever you want tonight. Show me who you are when you go to those clubs.”
Lane’s brows lowered, his expression dark. “Elle…”
She reached for his belt buckle, her hands shaking a little. She hadn’t gone down on a guy since her ex, had never want to put herself in that subservient position again or risk those memories ruining things mid-moment. But right now, the desire to touch Lane, to taste him, to give him the kind of pleasure he gave her, was stronger than her past.
She unbuttoned his fly. His cock was a hard outline beneath his slacks, the sight alone making her sex clench. But when she reached for his zipper, he put a hand on her wrist, stilling her.
Her gaze jumped up to his.
His jaw flexed, like it was taking everything he had not to let her get on with things. “Don’t do this because you think you owe me something. I don’t want you to be my submissive.”
Her hand trembled in his grip, her nerves fully surfacing. Was he saying she couldn’t be what he needed? That she couldn’t fulfill that part of him? “Why not?”
He ran his thumb over the top of her hand, his attention heavy on her. “Because that’s not who you are.”
She grimaced. “You don’t know that. Maybe I have a side you don’t know about.”
His eyes narrowed and he released her wrist to cup her chin. “Okay. Beg me to suck my cock, Elle. Tell me how desperate you are to taste it, how you’ll do anything for the privilege.”
The words sent her gulping, the images making her skin heat—her lips wrapping around him, his taste on her tongue. But she couldn’t make the words come out of her mouth. She wanted him. She was ready to push past this mental block she’d had for so long. But beg him for the privilege of getting him off? “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He grinned, mischief in his eyes. “And that, is exactly what I mean. Not a submissive.”
Her fingers curled into fists. “But you’re a dominant. That’s what you’re into.”
He traced her bottom lip with his thumb. “I like being dominant in bed. That doesn’t mean we have to fit in some neatly labeled box. I’m into you. You feed that part of me more than you realize. You like to fight back and be overpowered and give me hell over it. You don’t submit until you have no other choice. You know what that does to me?” He guided her hand to his rock-hard erection, wrapping her fingers around him. “It pushes all of my buttons, doc. All my dirtiest, darkest buttons.”
Her muscles clenched, low and tight, her body aching for him.
“You do that even when we’re not sparring. So we don’t have to follow someone else’s rules. If you want to play, we do it our way. No one doing anyone favors. Both of us getting what we crave.”
Our way. The words reverberated through her. There could be an our now. The notion filtered through her system, making her feel confident. In her skin. Sexy.
She heard the words loud and clear. What they did in the bedroom didn’t mean they were broken in some way. Or that they were doing kink wrong. All that mattered was that they both were on board and enjoying the hell out of it.
“Maybe the first man on earth to turn down a blow job,” she teased.
“I never said I turned you down.” Lane lowered his hand and finished dragging down his zipper. The faint sound of the zipper releasing had her teeth digging into her lip. He took his cock in his palm, looming over her, teasing her with the sight of his thick erection. He gave himself a leisurely stroke, spreading fluid over the head. “You should see your face right now.”
“Annoyance? Disdain?”
He chuckled. “More like I just offered you a big, fat slice of chocolate cake and you’re starved.” He brushed the tip of his finger over her bottom lip, spreading some of his fluid there. “Suck my cock, gorgeous. I know how much you want to. I know how wet it’s going to make you.”