He kissed her, his tongue pushing past her lips. She answered his demand, slanting her head to get a better fit. The pads of his thumb and finger strummed her nipple as their kiss deepened. A thrill sliced through her. Then another as he pinched the sensitive bud, this time harder, longer.
A hot stab of pleasure flared from the hardening bud outwards, over her breast to travel down and settle deep between her legs. She curled her toes and whimpered under this new onslaught.
Seth lifted his head, his gaze all the more powerful, more intimate, with the partial weight of his body pressing down on her.
“Like that, sweetness? Pain brings pleasure in the right dose.” He pinched again, drawing the throbbing tip up between his fingers. “Tempts a good girl to test her limits, get dirty in ways she didn’t think she’d want.”
A tremor of need fired in her core. God, his words were a dark promise of things yet to come. He was teasing her in ways no other man had before. She was a good girl. And wanted so, so much to get dirty, in all the sinful ways he could think of.
His fingers pulled harder on her nipple, forcing her mouth open. Hot, building pressure morphed to a zing of desire so sharp she could only stare back.
“You want to get dirty with me, Harper?”
“Fuck, yes.” She grazed her teeth against his shoulder, nipping at the hardness underneath.
Her clit, swollen with need, ached for his touch. She wiggled her hips against the cotton sheet, wanting more. Wanting it harder. Wanting it now.
Trying to widen her legs, her ankles were caught in her panties. She kicked her feet, finally swinging them free with a decidedly un-lady like grunt.
Seth’s answering chuckle, full bodied with satisfaction, pushed her stretched patience to the limit.
“Show me how dirty you can get, Seth.” Lifting her hips, she brushed against the hardness of his cock.
The glint in his eyes should have been warning. “Getting impatient are we? Makes spanking your arse even more fun.”
Er, what?
Leaning back on his elbow, he pulled her up on her side and popped the cheek of her bottom—hard.
Shock rendered her speechless—if only for a few seconds. She opened her mouth to yell, but her outrage spun to confusion as the pain turned to a molten heat and went deeper, grew darker and raced to her clit. What did this mean? She liked being spanked?
The words to beg him to do it again were on the tip of her tongue. She pressed her lips together. No freaking way she’d give him the satisfaction. And she needed that determination under his unrelenting gaze.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Her gaze flew up to meet his. Could he read her mind?
Seth pushed a thigh between her legs, forcing hers wide apart. Instinctively, she curled her hips, holding herself open for his body to brush against her pussy. A faint scratch of his chest hair on her belly and a whisper soft touch of skin on her mound wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
She clenched her hands, clawing at the bottom bedsheet, but found no purchase, only adding to her frustration.
His tongue licked the same nipple he’d tormented earlier, the wetness on her skin turning cool as the pebbled bud tightened. He switched targets to its twin, pinching, licking and teasing, before he moved lower, kissing her belly, the top of her thighs, her mound.
A hand under her knee forced one leg higher, wider, opening her further to him. She held herself still, not breathing as his fingers pulled her lips apart. Warm breath caressed her folds. Surely, any second he’d—
The tip of his tongue flicked over her clit. A jolt of pleasure shot through her body. She bucked her hips, her fingers slipping against the bedsheet. Another flick and a long, languid lick over one side of her pussy then the other. Seth showed no mercy as his tongue circled her clit, drawing closer without touching the pulsing bundle of nerves, turning her desire blazing-hot with urgency.
She lifted her head, her neck muscles straining as she stared at his head between her legs. “Please, let me come.” She didn’t care if she sounded desperate. Need clawed away her pride, leaving her defenseless against his sensual assault.
Seth glanced up. Did his mouth just twitch?Jerk. “Harper, we aren’t even close to dirty yet.” He ran his fingers the length of her pussy, spreading her wetness.
Fuck dirty. She wanted him in her. Now.
“Another time. Like, in five minutes.” She could so do dirty then.
“I don’t think so.” Seth thrust two fingers inside her. He smiled at her gasp. No, make that grinned, a slow, arrogant grin that said he knew he had the upper hand and was determined to make the most of it.
No, no, no. Would he actually deny her?