SIXTEEN
Herc
“Don’t disappear on me, love. You have to communicate, remember?”
Reluctantly, Meghan flutters her eyes open.
With her glossy lips parted, she nods. “Uh-huh. Okay. You’re good. That…feels good.”
After what happened last time, I have to be careful. But I’m much more aware of what to do and what not to do. Softly, lightly, I scrape the sharp edge down her side, pulling the knife away when she stifles a giggle. Any lower and I won’t be able to see what I’m doing, so I rotate the blade and let her feel the dull side as I slowly, carefully drag it at a safe angle over the curve of her hip.
I’m overwhelmed with my need to kiss Meghan’s mouth again. Slowly, I let go of my grip on her and roll her onto her back. I chuck the knife back into the ice and crush my lips against hers. All I want is to nest my body between her legs and grind, push into her and maul her with my mouth. Plow her with my dick.
But I need her wet, and I want to see her beg. And this is how we do it.
First, I need more kisses. I capture Meghan’s bottom lip between mine and revel in her taste. Wine and honey lip balm. She opens her mouth at my teasing tongue, and our warm, wet kisses are more intoxicating than the Jim Beam I need to sleep at night.
I want to cup those full breasts and pull those sweet nipples into my mouth. I salivate, knowing that I have to wait.
Grabbing the blade again, she gasps at the sound of ice moving around. She knows what’s next.
The freezing, flat edge grazes over the pink tips of one nipple, and Meghan nearly comes off the bed. Hissing, I take the knife away, then lean down and growl in her ear. “You can’t be moving like that, sweetheart. You know better.”
“I just…ungggh,” she groans.
“I know,” I say with another kiss, then take her wrists in my hands, clasping them out of the way, above her head, like I did to her when I mauled her in the woods. “So we do it the hard way.”
Her legs hook around me, her thighs and calves caressing my damp skin. She presses her pelvis up like the dirty girl she is. “Theveryhard way.”
The ache in my cock is getting out of control, and she knows it.
Squeezing her wrists as a reminder to stay still, I press the flat edge of the knife against her nipple, swiping with a feather-light touch that instantly hardens them to tight peaks that I then warm with my mouth. I repeat with the other nipple, icing it with the blade, caressing, careful, careful, then listening for her low moans.
Her nostrils flare, and I know she wants to claw me.
I kiss that pout off her lips. “Spread for me, Megs.”
She obeys, and I drop the knife back into the ice and let go of her wrists, dragging my fingers down her body, between her thighs, and down to her ankles. This is the part where I freaked out. Where I left a mark, made her bleed, and fucked everything up.
“Will you promise to be still?”
She nods.
“If you’re scared, we don’t have to.”
“I need it, Herc, please.”
With one final kiss, I acquiesce. I’ll always give her what she wants as long as I know how.
Her arms and legs spread wide, and Meghan grips the edges of the mattress with both hands and ankles. “I won’t move. I promise.”
I warm her with my mouth, tasting her sex once again, amazed at how wet she still is, or is again, after our time together in the woods. My heart racing, I reach for the knife again. I prepare for the flinch when I press the flat against the seam of her sex, but there’s only a gasp, followed by a moan. Holding my breath, I open her folds, warming her with my mouth before pleasing her with the lightest touch of the cold metal.
No flinching. Thank fuck.
I blow out a breath.
Meghan’s eyes are closed; she’s gone into another place. But I need her here, with me. With the steadiest of hands, I press that hardness more firmly against her sensitive flesh, ready to call everything off at the slightest indication of movement.