Her sister’s words crashed through her with a bone-deep truth. How many years was she going to wait to feel worthy of love? Would she spend the rest of her time work-ing endlessly, being satisfied on paper but empty in her soul?
Maggie plunked the drinks down and grinned. “Guy tried to pick me up at the bar. So cool. Now, let’s finish this group therapy session and do some dancing. Salute.”
The glasses clinked.
…
Sawyer rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. Two a.m.
He didn’t expect her to come to him tonight, but he couldn’t seem to fall asleep until he knew she’d gotten home safe.
He cocked his knee for a better position. of course, she was fine. She was in a close-knit group, and Maggie could kick anyone’s ass, but he’d expected her a few hours ago. What if she drank too much and got sick? Would Carina call him?
He shifted for the hundredth time and glanced at his cell phone. Maybe he’d call. Just once. Maybe— The sound of heels clicking echoed in the air.
relief coursed through him. She was safe. Good. He ached to open his door to see her himself, but he forced himself to remain in bed. Time to go back to sleep. Nothing more to worry about.
Long minutes ticked by. He heard the adjoining bath-room door open. Water running. He imagined her brushing her teeth, donning her nightgown, and falling into bed.
She’d probably fall into a deep slumber from a fun night out while he’d been tortured for hours babysitting, male sitting, and then waiting for her to come home.
He punched the pillow. rolled over.
The door opened.
The hallway light splashed through and illuminated her naked body. She stood perfectly still and let him drink his fill. The high tilt of her breasts, the hard stab of strawberry nipples. Her dancer-type body was beautiful in its muscled symmetry and grace, the curve of hip, length of thigh, right to the perfectly trimmed dark mound that covered her sex.
He sat up in bed and waited.
She crossed the room, hips swaying, hair brushing her naked back in a sleek waterfall of dark silk. Her eyes were filled with a focus and purpose that stopped his heart. He opened his mouth to halt her, half afraid of her intentions, but his dick had swelled to the max and Sawyer knew he’d sell his fucking soul to claim her tonight.
She crawled, on hands and knees, across the bed. Swung her leg over him and straddled his thighs. A groan rose up and escaped. He reached for her.
“No.” The velvety, dark voice of a powerful goddess made him pause. “you’re not allowed to touch me. Tonight we play by my rules.” She shook out her hair and ran her fingers down his cock. “Hands over your head. Grip the head rails.”
A strange panic fluttered through him. He never played sub and was uncomfortable not being in control. No way.
“Baby, you know you love it when I’m in charge. Let me show you how much I missed you.”
He reared up to flip her over, but those gentle hands suddenly wrapped around his erection and squeezed. Hard.
The breath let loose from his chest, and arousal hit and grabbed him in a death grip. His balls tightened at her calm power. “Wrong. We play my way, or I leave. I’m not kidding, Sawyer. Think carefully before you decide.”
Holy shit, her demand touched his skin with pure flame.
He studied her face, looked into her eyes, and realized something else was going on, something he didn’t know and didn’t want to find out. He opened his mouth to call it off, but her hand did some magic stroking, and he shuddered helplessly.
Sawyer slid his arms over his head and grasped the rails.
She purred like a cat and all that silky skin poured over him like warm sticky honey. He’d play her game for a few, then wrest back control when she was too far gone.
Confident in his plan, he enjoyed the shift of her body and the clench of her thighs as she adjusted herself over him.
He waited for the ease of foreplay, the glide of her mouth over his, the stroke of her hands on his body.
Instead, she lowered her mouth and took his shaft deep.
He bucked up at the sudden move and gritted his teeth.
Jesus, her tongue swirled around and licked with an exper-tise that made his eyes roll in the back of his head. Her hair spilled over his stomach and thighs, the strands sweeping and tickling his skin and wrapping him in a sensual cocoon.
Completely under her spell, his fingers tightened on the wooden spindles.
She demolished him. Her teeth scraped the underside of his length, while her fingers massaged his testicles. Deep moaning sounds from her mouth vibrated off his erection and tumbled through his body. He stretched to monstrous proportions until his skin was pulled so tight he didn’t think he could hold off any longer.
every stroke of her tongue and lips and teeth bespoke a pure giving of herself over to him. This was more than sex, more than a woman who wanted to receive pleasure. She continued to drive him toward orgasm at a heart-stopping pace he couldn’t seem to control.
He released his hold on the rails. “Wait. Baby, wait, let me—”
She lifted her head. “No.” Cocoa brown eyes seethed with arousal, lust, and a need that stripped him of any rights.
“Don’t make me punish you.” She reached up and cupped her breasts, running her fingers over her tight nipples, taunting him. “or you don’t get to touch me at all.”
The monster he’d created took charge. His body shut down his mind, and with a muttered curse, he returned to his original position. He feasted on the lush curves of her ass, the way the hall light played over her body, the delicious up and down motion of her mouth as she sucked him.
He hung on to his control with his last rasping breath, but it didn’t stop, never stopped. She kissed every part of him, his legs, hips, stomach. Moved up his chest to play with his nipples while her hands massaged and rubbed his erection, keeping him iron hard. When she finally reached his mouth, he was starved for her taste. She nibbled his bottom lip, running her tongue lightly over the seam, until he groaned and opened for her.
She dove in, claiming him as he’d claimed her endless nights, knowing he was completely at her mercy. She tasted of sweet chocolate, crisp mint, a touch of Kalúha. Her musky arousal assaulted his nostrils and made him crazed for more. His fingers gripped with all his strength until he was afraid the posts would snap in two.
“you taste so good. Feel so good,” she breathed against him, diving in deep with her tongue. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Time to finish. He eased his hold and got ready to take what was his.
But she sensed his shift and slid down his body in one graceful motion. Parted her legs. And buried him to the hilt inside her.
He cried out. Her silky, wet channel clenched around him and squeezed tight. She adjusted her position, shimmy-ing her hips as she took control and began easing up and down on top of him. Within pleasure, a glimmer of fear took root in his gut. He fought for rational thought and began to flip her over.
“No.” Her eyes were wild, her lips soft and slightly bruised. “Let me do this. Let me love you.”
The words stung like wasps. He lost his breath. “Don’t.”
She arched, and ripples of pleasure shot down his dick.
“Julietta, please.”
“Let go. Just this once.”
She didn’t wait for his response. She rode him hard and wild and deep. His need to come, to give to her, roared up and washed away the last of his control. He watched her as she neared the edge, held herself there, her fingers digging into his hips, hair streaming down her back, face completely open to him.