Page 81 of Unexpected Entanglement

“I feel an imbalance of power in this scenario,” Rowan said regally, even as she lay naked with her hands tied up above her head.

“I know.” Chris blew a breath. “You may not see it this way, but you hold all the power, Rowan.”

“Do I?” Rowan laughed. “Let’s test that out, shall we? Strip.”

Chris just stood there, totally mesmerized by her.

“Let’s level the playing field.” She gestured with her chin.

What Rowan wanted, she would get. Chris shed his clothes.

“Finish it. Finish me,” she urged as her eyes roamed over him.

“If you don’t finish me first.” He rubbed his heart as it became hard to breathe.

“I can’t even touch you,” Rowan said with a frown.

The woman doesn’t even know what she does to me with a look.

“For a good reason.” Chris took the oil bottle and poured a few drops onto her chest, right between her breasts. Her torso bowed in reaction, making her pink nipples jut out invitingly.

He perched on the edge of the bed and rubbed the oil around the fullness of one breast and then to the other in a figure-eight pattern. Each time he came near the tips, he evaded her nipples. He expanded the move to her collarbone with firm yet gentle pressure before doing another round around her breasts.

Rowan’s eyelids shuttered when Chris tightened the perimeter of his pattern, and his fingertips just brushed the tips of her breasts. He could feel her tremble with each not-so-innocent touch. She moved her body to force his fingers where she wanted, but Chris expected her antics.

Groaning in frustration, she complained, “You’re such a tease. I’ll get you back for this.”

Chris laughed. “Honey, believe me, I’m suffering more than you.”

“No more games,” she decided.

“No games.” He bent over her and kissed one bud. “How about that?”

“More.”

He licked around her areola while his fingers circled its twin, making her squirm under him. “Better?”

“Christopher Sullens, I swear to god!” Rowan groaned in frustration.

A laugh burst out of him, hearing her use of his name. But he didn’t have the heart to prolong the teasing. He captured her nipple fully into his mouth and feasted. Her relieved moan sounded like music to his ear. He coaxed more out of her as he trailed his mouth to lave on her other breast, absorbing every tremor under her skin, feeling how her muscles tensed and eased with her pleasure.

His body was wired as he craved her warmth to envelop him. But he’d promised himself her needs first. His right hand reached down to her heated center, sunk into her wetness, and her lower half bucked in response.

Chris pulled up from her chest to see her face. Rowan was so expressive when she was on the brink of orgasm, and he could see after the prolonged foreplay she was desperate for it.

“Untie me,” she asked.

“In a minute,” he promised and positioned himself between her legs. “Open for me, love.”

“Oh, fuck,” she cursed as his mouth found the center of her pleasure.

Chris loved she had a mouth on her when they made love. And he loved she wasn’t afraid to tell him what to do. He might not do everything she wanted on command, but by the love of god, he would give her the results she wanted.

Oh god, have mercy!

Rowan tugged at her hands, desperate to touch Chris. But as he lapped and sucked at her clitoris, she was glad they were bound. The lack of freedom to touch somehow heightened the sensation on her other nerves—the ones he was engaging eagerly.

The waves of pleasure rolled into her. Each one was higher and stronger than before until she couldn’t handle it anymore. Her whole body bowed as she braced for the ultimate roll of a wave hit her, and she screamed Chris’ name as if he was the anchor she needed to come back ashore.

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