Page 48 of Surrender to Me
“Let me touch you.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I want to. Because I need to feel you.”
The honesty in her admission makes my chest tight. This woman who trusts no one, who keeps everyone at arm’s length, is begging me to let her closer.
“Release the headboard.”
Her hands fall away immediately, and I guide one to wrap around my shaft.
The contact sends electricity shooting up my spine. Her fingers are soft and sure, working me with a rhythm that makes my vision blur at the edges.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”
But I don’t let her continue for long. Can’t afford to. Not if I want this to last.
“Enough.” I pull her hand away, ignoring her sound of protest. “I want your hands back where they belong.”
She grabs the headboard again, but there’s a new fire in her eyes. A challenge.
Interesting.
This woman…
She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met. And I want to know all her secrets, earn the trust she seems to give no one.
I settle between her thighs, spreading them wider with my shoulders. The scent of her arousal hits me like a drug, and I have to fight not to immediately bury my face between her legs.
“Please.” She lifts her hips in invitation.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me. Taste me. I need?—”
I cut off her words by dragging my tongue from her entrance to her clit in one long, slow stroke.
She cries out, her body arching off the bed, but her hands stay locked around the headboard.
Good girl.
I feast on her like a man starving, using my tongue and lips and teeth to drive her higher and higher. She’s sweet and intoxicating, and I could spend hours between her thighs and never get enough.
“Oh God, Stryker, please?—”
I slide two fingers inside her while my mouth works her clit, feeling her walls clench around the intrusion. She’s so tight, so responsive, making sounds that go straight to my cock.
“You’re close,” I murmur against her flesh. “I can feel you getting tighter. But you don’t come until I say you can.”
“No! I can’t—I need?—”
“You can. And you will.” I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that I hope will make her forget everyone except me. “Because you’re mine now, Allie. And what’s mine follows my rules.”
She’s sobbing with need, with the effort of holding back her release. But her hands never leave the headboard.
“Stryker!”
The tension her radiates, and her whole body trembles.
