She turned without warning and grabbed at his hips, shoving his buttocks against the edge of the bed. She placed her hand flat in the center of his chest and slid her palm down, her fingers wisping over his rib cage and hard-ridged abdomen. She didn’t linger, and he gave a primal groan of pleasure as her fingers pressed against the thick ridge of his erection straining against his tux pants.
His body jerked in response when she stroked him, and it was all she could do not to drag his pants over his hips and put her mouth on him. “Now, let’s take a good look at this tattoo you’ve got.”
Taking the same route as her palm, her mouth pressed against his chest, openmouthed, her tongue sliding down until she reached the waistband of his pants.
“Kate…”
“No.”
“You’re killing me.”
“Oh, Jericho, we’ve only just begun.”
He groaned at that. She undid the button and zipper of the pants and hooked her thumbs around the black briefs, sliding them over his hips, down his legs, and off. Discarding the pants, she went to her knees in front of him. The tattoo was simple, done in black lines in the form of a wishbone. “That is so damn sexy.”
She grasped his erection and moved it slightly so she could see better. Jericho was breathing hard, and she was sure he was battling his urge to touch her. While she slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft, she leaned forward and traced the pattern with her tongue.
Jericho swore and she’d never heard him use that word before. A rush of power and awareness sizzled through her.
She rose and stepped away from him. He looked so deliciously handsome standing there in the throes of desire. She just wanted to stare, but she saw the impatience there, too, and she didn’t want to be thrown to the mattress and ravished. She had other plans.
“Remove my shoes,” she said softly. He took a deep breath and knelt. Grasping her ankle in his big hands, he removed first one sexy sandal then the other.
“Do you know how to…”
He surged up her body and grasped one of the garters; with a flick of his fingers, it was loose. She gasped as he moved around her, easily releasing the other garters. The sleek slide of his cock against her stomach, silken torture.
With both hands, she pushed him onto the bed and raised her leg. With deliberate slowness, she slid the silk stocking down her leg and off her foot. Mimicking the motion with her other leg, she said, “Lie back.” He did as he was told.
She climbed onto the side of the bed, careful not to straddle him. He looked as if he was so close to the edge of losing it. Taking his wrists in her hands, she tied him to the bed.
Running her palms along the hard slope of his shoulders and down over his chest, she straddled him.
The sight of him bound sent a rush of insidious heat settling in her groin.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his mouth up to hers to give him a carnal, mind-blowing kiss. With just the pressure of her mouth, she coaxed him to part his lips, and her tongue slipped inside to mesh with his. Her fingers wove through the hair at the nape of his neck, her breasts compressed against his chest, one slipping out of the bustier, her nipple abrading his hot skin. She moaned against his lips, the carnal mating of their mouths generated enough heat to make them both come apart.
She ripped her mouth free of his and scooted off the bed. He turned his head, his eyes glazed and burning from desire. She’d always wanted to do this. It was a powerful fantasy to strip for him.
She cupped her unclad breast and slid her hand to the peak, twisting her nipple into a hard peak. A low moan slipped up her throat and hummed against her lips.
“Please, Kate, you’re so beautiful. I want to be inside you so badly, I’m vibrating.”
“Wait, it’ll get so much better,” she managed a heated whisper, reaching behind her back to unclasp the bustier. As soon as the hook released, her other breast spilled free, the tight points of her nipples jutting toward him as if pleading for his mouth.
“You’re the boss tonight.”
She got back onto the bed and straddled his hips. The hard heat of his cock scorched her, and her hips pulsed a couple of times before she got herself under control. Jericho’s face contorted in sensual agony.
He swore again, the word a soft, slow exhalation.
She reached across his chest, thrusting her breasts close to his face, but keeping them just out of reach. She slipped her hand into her bag and pulled out a scarf, silky and soft.
* * *
“You are a cruel woman.”
He stared into her eyes and saw Kate transformed from the repressed, inhibited woman he’d known to this radiant, sex goddess straddling his body. He’d kept his part of the bargain and she’d kept hers. This night would end their pact.