Page 96 of The Vigilante's Lover
I move against her and she stiffens again, but not as much this time. I’m raging with the need to plunge into her, but I hold myself carefully in check.
I reach down for her and work her body. She lets out a soft sigh and her knees fall loose.
Still, I am careful and slow. I find a second well of control and hold tight to it, watching her as I move. I keep going, easing as gently as I can.
Mia opens her eyes. “I won’t break,” she says and moves to the edge of the bed.
I adjust with her. She reaches between us to touch me near where we’re joined. The intensity spikes, and I’m out of the control zone.
“I was thinking something more like this,” she says, and suddenly the tables are turned. We’re rolling on the bed, and before I know what she’s done, she has a satin sash around my wrists.
“Impressive,” I say, intending to jerk right out of her ties and take her hard. But then I realize I can’t.
I glance up at what she’s done. She’s lashing the length of the satin cord around the metal frame of the bed. Probably I could yank hard enough and dent the rod.
But now I’m curious what she’s up to.
Her hands roll down my chest. “You were being a little too gentle,” she says.
And straddles me.
I’m raging now. She lifts herself up and slips me inside. I’ve never allowed a woman to tie me. But I let her.
Then my brain is erased as she starts to move. For someone who’s never done this before, she’s managed to master the pace.
“I want to feel it,” she whispers, and I know what she means.
Still, I manage to hold on, reveling in the sensation of her sliding up and down my length. Her breasts sway slightly and her brown-gold hair falls over her shoulders. I want to touch her, but can’t provide any brain energy to undoing her knots. Besides, I have a feeling she’s learned fast and it won’t be as easy as it was in the car.
She leans forward, her nipples brushing against my chest. “What makes Jax lose control?” she whispers. Her hands move up my rib cage to settle on either side of my face. She grinds down hard, our bodies tight against each other.
Pretty much this, I want to say, and the urgency breaks into an explosion.
Mia holds on as I pulse into her. Jesus. It’s been forever. And this girl. This crazy innocent unexpected woman.
She looks down at me with a pleased expression. “That was amazing!” she says and almost suppresses a giggle. “Can we do it again?”
“Not immediately,” I say, her laugh infecting me. Shit. I’m smiling. Damn it. I don’t smile in these situations.
“I’m not going to untie you until we get to do it again,” she says smugly.
“You think you’re that great at knots?” I ask her.
She sits back, folding her arms across those beautiful breasts. I can already feel myself coming back into action. “Name what they are,” she says.
I glance up at the ties. I have no idea. “Timber hitch?” I ask.
She bursts out with a laugh. “Hardly. Try again.”
“I think you’re having too much fun,” I say.
“I think I got you.” She smacks her palm against my chest.
“Do you now?” I tense my chest muscles. “What about this?” I slide my wrists and the sash to the side of the frame I’ve already identified as having a weaker joint. With one quick jerk, the rod I’m tied to breaks away from the vertical bar. I slide the knots off the end and before Mia can fully react, bring my tied wrists behind her head.
In less than a second, I have her below me, her head cradled against my knots.
“I underestimated you,” she says.
