Gina squirmed against the immobilising forearm, but her movements only increased the friction, making her more aware of his big body surrounding her—and what felt like a two-by-four nestled against her bottom. She stilled, sure she could feel the massive erection barely contained by his trousers swelling even more. And wondered how the hell she’d got into this position.
Trapped, vulnerable, overpowered and impossibly aroused.
‘Look at yourself.’ The low command whispered against her ear, the shiver of awareness skittering down her spine. Heat flushed through her as she lifted her head and saw the shocking reflection in the glass wall that looked out across the dark expanse of the Hudson River.
Moonlight illuminated her naked body—which glowed an unearthly white but for the stiff rosy nipples and the neatly trimmed raven curls at the apex of her thighs. Her pale shape contrasted sharply with the tall dark figure holding her captive—still fully clothed but for the glimpse of chest she’d exposed.
She gasped, shocked not just by the wanton view, but the fierce surge of desire. ‘For goodness’ sake, Carter, draw the blinds or something.’ She fought his embrace. ‘The whole of Manhattan can see us.’
She might be an exhibitionist, but she didn’t want to get arrested.
‘Settle down.’ He chuckled, the sound thick with arrogance and amusement. ‘The glass is treated. No one can see you but me.’
She stopped wriggling, far too aware of his forearm flexing under her breasts, the chest hairs prickling against her back and the rod of steel that pressed into her buttocks.
‘And I intend to enjoy every single inch,’ he murmured as he lifted her limp arm and placed it around his neck, making her breasts thrust forward.
She swallowed, her throat parched as her eyes watched herself in the glass—mesmerised by the sensual image, and the harsh demand in his gaze as his eyes met hers. Suddenly this wasn’t a game any more.
Shock and excitement burned away on a surge of lust so fierce, so all-consuming, she felt woozy.
He drew his thumb down the inside of her arm, making her whole body quiver as sensation arrowed to her centre. His forearm tightened around her waist, holding her upright for the delicate torment, as seeking fingers circled her breast, exploring in maddeningly slow circles.
She moaned, stretching into the teasing caress. ‘You need to hurry up,’ she demanded. ‘Before I explode.’
He plucked at her nipple. The pinch was painless, but hard enough to send darts of sensation spiralling to her yearning sex. And make her cry out.
‘Patience, grasshopper,’ he whispered. ‘Or you will be punished.’
A hoarse laugh popped out of her mouth—her mind dazed by the slow torture, and the unbearably erotic threat.
‘Shh.’ His lips nuzzled the soft skin of her neck. ‘We’ve hardly even started.’
‘Oh, God!’ She jolted against the restraining forearm as his torturous touch left her breasts and trailed down. His fingertips caressed, stroked, seduced, but so slowly, she knew she’d probably die of anticipation before they got where she needed them to be.
‘Please...’ she sobbed as her belly shivered, each tormenting caress sending a new pulse of heat to her core.
‘Please what, sugar?’ he mocked, the thick molasses of his accent scraping at the last of her resistance. ‘Please stop?’
‘Don’t you dare!’ she demanded, her voice hoarse with desperation as his fingers teased the curls that hid her sex, but stopped short of their goal.
Her eyelids fluttered open. She stared at their reflection, registering the dark hand so close to heaven and yet so far—and the feral arousal on his face.
Who was this guy?
‘Tell me what you want,’ he said, his voice strained but firm, ‘and you just might get it. If you ask me real nice.’
‘Touch me.’
‘That’s not nearly nice enough,’ he mocked, still teasing her with his circling fingers.
‘Touch me, please.’
She writhed as his fingers delved into the slick folds. At last. He swept across her swollen clitoris and the coil of desire tightened unbearably.
‘That’s not...’ She protested, frustration rising and intensifying the need as he retreated again. Why wasn’t he touching her there?
‘That’s not what?’ She heard it then, the smug hint of amusement. ‘Maybe you need to beg?’ he teased.