Page 123 of Just One Look
Her hands on his legs, pressing them apart. Her mouth on his inner thighs, her fingertips tracing a path up.
And down again. Not getting there.
When she sat up and ran her hands over her breasts, inside her bra, her breath coming a little faster and his hissing through his teeth, he tested the strength of the knots she’d tied. When she freed those nipples at last and had her fingers around them, pressing and releasing in a steady rhythm, sitting back over him and making some little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat, he tried compressing his hands and sliding them through the loops, and failed. But when she crawled up his body and lowered herself so her breasts were in his face, he took the invitation. She started making some noise again, and he thought,Finally. Let’s do this thing.
And then she sat up again.
This had gone far enough. More than far enough. He was just about to tell her so when she kissed his mouth again, dirty and deep, her hands around his head, and whispered, “Where are the condoms?”
“Uh … bedside drawer. On my right.”
She found them, and the tiny vibrator, too. Also the bottle of lube. He said, “Don’t even think about it.”
She didn’t answer, just slid the vibrator over her finger, switched it on, squirted a bit of lube onto it, studied it carefully, and said, “Mm. Nice. Has anybody ever used this on you?”
He scowled. “No.”
“Never?” Her eyebrows lifted, and there was that face, in the warmth and the music and the shadows, in all its severity and all its sensuality.
She was all angles and planes and curves. Cheekbones. Forehead. Jawline. Her wide mouth, and those sapphire eyes with their dark lashes. The pink nipples peeking over the edge of her bra where she was spilling over, the round thighs as she sat on her knees like a rider rising in the stirrups, the delicious curve of her waist, and the arse he couldn’t see, because she wouldn’t show him.
Her hand on his face, gentle and firm at the same time. She leaned over and kissed him, her tongue bold in his mouth, then pulled back and said, her mouth nearly against his, “We need a safe word. At least, that’s what I hear.”
He did not need a safe word. He wasn’t doing anything thatneededa safe word.
She got her fingers in his hair, pulled a little, and said, “Tell me.”
“Uh … scrum.” If that was what it took to get this thing moving, he was doing it.
“Scrum?”
“Least sexy thing I can think of. Right, I told you. I don’t need a vibrator, but you do. Show me.”
“Oh,” she said, “I don’t think so. I think I’ll find something else to do with it.”
Her thighs against him as she moved down his body again, and that tiny buzz. She touched it to his belly, and he jumped. She traced his ribs, the ridges of his abs, the smooth skin of his lower belly, and his skin quivered. She drew it down one inner thigh, then up the other one, and he pulled at his restraints and swore. She got close, then pulled it away again, and he was raising his knee, getting it between her legs, and rubbing.
Oh, yeh. Thatwasopen.
“Wait,” she gasped. “Wait. No fair.”
“Yeh,” he said. “Fair. Use it on yourself.”
“Luka.”
“Come on,” he said. “Or I’m using my safe word, and you may not like what happens next.”
She wavered. He saw it and upped the intensity of his glare. And then she shoved his leg down and said, “If you don’t behave, I’m not going to suck you.”
On the one hand, she looked horrified at having said it, which made him want to laugh. On the other hand, it was bloody hot.
He put his leg down. No point making it easy on her, though. “Wait until I’m the one giving you orders,” he told her. “And then giving you everything else.”
“Ooh,” she said, “I’m so scared.” With a wicked smile. “You’re awfully confident for a man who’s tied down. I’d better make this good, you’re saying, so you have something to take out on me later?” She was drawing patterns on her own belly now, then drifting down to her inner thighs, torturing herself the same way she was torturing him.
“I’m awfully confident always,” he said. “Come on. Show me.”
She hesitated. He knew her face. She looked turned on, yes. She also looked unsure.
