The second our lips touched, I felt my control slip. But when Audrey whimpered and melted into me, I lost it completely.
5
Audrey
I’d been kidnapped, drugged, flown across the country—I’d seen enough landmarks during the drive to know that we were in Los Angeles—spanked, and brought to a place I had very little hope of escaping, judging by the security measures I’d spotted so far. But fear wasn’t my primary emotion at the moment. I couldn’t think past the pure, unadulterated lust I was feeling. I was so turned on that I wouldn’t be surprised if I spontaneously combusted at any minute. I’d never experienced anything like this before, and all I knew was that I wanted more.
I was so close to the edge as my kidnapper plundered my mouth. When he finally lifted his head and pressed his palm against my clit again, I held my wits just long enough to pant, “I don’t even know your name.”
Desire had darkened his brown eyes almost to black, but I still caught a gleam of humor in them as he answered, “Considering what I’m about to do to your sexy-as-fuck body, that seems like a fair question.”
I shivered at the sensual promise in his raspy tone, even as I narrowed my eyes at him. “Does that mean you’re going to tell me?”
He lifted his hands to cradle my cheeks with his palms, and one of his thumbs stroked over my bottom lip as he stared into my eyes while he considered how to answer. “Yeah, since you’re not going anywhere without me, I guess there isn’t much risk in you knowing my name. It’s Merrick Ashford.”
Merrick Ashford. Geesh, he even had a hot-guy name.
And holy heck, his lips felt amazing as he trailed hot, wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck. When he ground his hardness against me and growled, “I fucking ache for you, kitten. Didn’t know I could need anyone or anything this badly.” Feminine triumph surged through my veins. Merrick might have been strong enough to snatch me right out from under everyone’s noses, but I held a certain power over him. Knowing that I wasn’t alone in my fierce need, something clicked deep inside me and allowed me to throw caution to the wind.
I twined my arms around his neck, and he slowly backed up until he hit the bed, and we tumbled onto the mattress. As soon as we were horizontal, Merrick levered his body over mine and lowered his head to capture my mouth again. Our kiss quickly spiraled out of control, just like the last one. I widened my legs to cradle his hips between my thighs, and a deep groan rumbled up his chest. When his hard length pressed against my wet core with only my thong and his pants between us, I let out a little whimper of need and dug my nails into his shoulders.
“Not so fast, kitten,” he whispered against my lips. “I need a taste of your sweet pussy before I take your cherry.”
I almost orgasmed from his dirty talk alone, but my pleasure grew higher when he rose to his knees and yanked the skirt of my dress up past my hips. With the already ripped seam, he was able to shove the material even higher, exposing the lace bra I was wearing to his hungry gaze. “Your tits are fucking gorgeous, even better than I imagined with that smattering of freckles across your soft skin.”
I arched my back off the mattress as he slipped his hand beneath my body to slide down the zipper of my dress and undo my bra clasp. Then I was spread out beneath him with only my panties left. Still dressed in his suit, he looked so powerful kneeling above me. When he started to loosen his tie, I sat up and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “Not yet.”
“Does my fierce little kitten want me to eat her pretty pussy while she’s naked and I’m fully dressed?” I felt the heat of my blush as it spread across my chest, my nipples puckering tight as I bit my bottom lip. His dark gaze swept down my body until his eyes focused between my legs. “Ahh, I’m going to take your reaction as a hell yes. I can see how turned on you are. The scrap of lace covering your pussy is fucking drenched. Your teeny-tiny panties aren’t nearly enough protection to keep me away from what belongs to me now.”
With a flick of his wrist, he tore the lace material from my body and shoved it in his pocket. Then he bent over my body to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. I felt the tug of his lips all the way to my core and arched up to press my breast deeper into his mouth. He released my nipple with a pop, and then his tongue traced a path over my freckles before his teeth sank into the rounded globe, hard enough to leave a mark. A cross between a startled yelp and a moan escaped my lips, and his dark gaze drifted up to my face. “No rushing me, kitten. I’m going to take my sweet time enjoying your body.”