Before she knew it, she was putty, just malleable contentment under his talented, strong hands. Her sounds had moved from ones that held pain to all pleasure, just wanton moans thatbeggedfor more.
He rubbed over her hips, dragging his fingers so softly that goosebumps pebbled over her skin. Each place he skirted burned, made her want more. Without even thinking about it, she inched her feet outward in invitation. She wore only her night shorts, which were so short that he likely caught a glimpse of her cunt, especially since she’d opted against underwear.
His laugh was deep and made her flush. “Well, I said if you were good…” He dipped his fingers into the leg hole of her shorts and slid them down her pussy. “You are drenched, Kat.” He pulled his fingers away, earning a cry from her as she twisted to look at him.
Her glare fell away when she watched him slide those fingers into his mouth, as he licked them clean with an almost feral quality to his honey-colored gaze. It made her wonder how she could have thought of him as cold before. It seemed crazy, now.
“Well, at least one part of you is sweet,” he said with a laugh before reaching for the button of his pants. “But don’t worry—I plan on forcing out lots more of those sounds you make.”
“But I’m still sore…” She complained only because she wanted to, because she liked making him work for it, not giving everything up even though he’d just seen exactly how turned on she was. “My muscles hurt.”
“I don’t mind.” The smile he offered was downright sadistic. “The more of those little whimpers you let out, the better, the harder I’ll go. Think you can take it?”
The challenge drew a shiver through Kat, but she knew there was only one answer. “Think you can?”
His answering laugh made her remember that despite the careful way he spoke, how cautious he was with her, he wasn’t the nice one…