Page 13 of The Upgrade

I let go of her hands, but just for a second. Long enough to let her get some circulation while I twist the silk tie through the slats of the headboard.

She watches me work and I sense hesitation.

“You good?”

She nods, then swallows. “Yes.”

“Give me your hands.”

She stares deep in my eyes, and there’s that chin tilt again. “Make me.”

Oh, yeah.

I can play that game.

Pushing her back on the bed, I recapture her wrists. She resists just a little and I loosen my grip, looking deep in her eyes. “You tell me to stop, and I will.”

“I won’t.”

Squeezing her wrists, I twist the smooth silk around them. Once she’s secured to the headboard, I check in again. She tugs the restraints, but her eyes flash with need.

“Be a good girl and lie there.” I love how she shivers, straining against her bound wrists. “I’ll take as long as I like making sure you feel good.”

“You’d better get busy—oh.” She gasps as I bury my face in her neck.

I claim the spot I kissed earlier, the one that made her moan. The spot where her neck meets her shoulders. Taking my time, I learn the contours of her flesh. The petal-soft heat of her skin. The taste of vanilla and need. The warm, heady scent of arousal.

Her breath’s coming fast as she arches against me, urging my face toward her tits. To those soft, luscious mounds thrusting up past her neckline. I’ve never been more grateful for the invention of a strapless dress, for the taste of Eve’s skin as I lick my way over the tops of her breasts.

“More,” she pants, arching again.

It’s pretty damn close to begging, but too soon to claim victory. I move back up her chest, kissing my way to the hollow of her throat. That earns me a frustrated moan.

“You want my hands on your breasts, Eve?” I run a palm up her arm, feeling her shudder. My lips brush her ear, and she shivers again. “Those perfect, gorgeous tits?”

She nods and keeps arching beneath me. “Touch me.”

Gliding my hand down her arm, I focus on kissing her shoulder. The wings of her collarbones, then back to the tops of her breasts. I’m so fucking hard that I ache to just yank down her dress. To taste the sweet buds of her nipples barely contained by black fabric.

But I hold myself back. This is abouther. Eve and her pleasure, that’s what matters right now.

“Fuck.” She groans in frustration as I palm the curve of her waist. “Your hand’s nowhere near my tits.”

“Patience, Eve.” I dip my tongue into the soft hollow between them, my lips skating the edge of one perfect mound, and she sighs.

God, she’s delicious. I could do this all night.

She arches again and this time her breasts make a break for it. Lush handfuls of flesh spill over the top of her dress andfuck me.

“Jesus, Eve.” I let my breath warm the bud of one nipple. “You have the world’s most perfect tits.”

A moan wrenches out of her as the tip of my tongue skims that perfect pink tip. Just a taste, that’s all I need.

She lets out a soft, feral growl. “More.”

Something unravels inside me. I’ve held back as long as I can, but the sight of her breasts is too much. With a growl of my own, I unleash my need. Squeezing one in each hand, I lavish attention on those sweet, luscious swells. Licking my way from one to the other, I go fucking crazy on her.

The sounds slipping out of her are raw and unhinged. “More,” she pants again, gasping as I suck at one nipple. “Oh, God, Kit.”

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