Page 93 of A False Start
“Do you trust me?” My voice drops an octave as I ask the question. This is important to me. I want her to trust me.
“Yes,” she breathes with perfect sincerity.
I swallow the lump in my throat before reaching up and hooking my fingers into the waist of her panties, sliding them down over her shapely hips and firm thighs, leaning in to press a kiss to her knee as I drop them on the floor with the rest of her discarded clothes.
“I can’t even decide what I want to do to you first,” I muse, trailing a finger up her leg, dipping into the hollow beneath her hip. Teasing her.
“Fuck me.” Her voice is edged with desperation as she squirms against the rope, testing its fastness. “Please. Just put me out of my misery and fuck me. I want you so bad. I love it and hate it all at once.”
I can’t help but smirk, feeling more like my old self by the minute. I knowexactlywhat she means. Because I feel it too.
“No chance, Wildflower.” I kiss my way back up her body. Her pulse pounds beneath my lips when I get to her throat, and I revel in how vulnerable she is for me right now. “I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to savor you. I’m going to make you fall apart for me.”
“You already have,” she whispers. There’s a hint of sadness in her voice. Like she’s figured out something I haven’t.
“Not even close,” I rasp, reaching down to cup her sex and pressing the heel of my hand against her throbbing clit. She squirms and moans, the light sounds of her panting seeping in around the sound of blood rushing in my ears.
When we’re together, it’s like nothing else exists. The world dissolves around us. Our breaths sync—our hearts pump in perfect unison.
Dragging my lips back down her torso, I cup her breasts, tugging gently at her nipples. Lick the small dip between her hips and stomach. Watch her buck beneath me and hear the rattle of the chair as she tugs helplessly at the rope.
I don’t pay her pussy any attention, even though I can tell she’s shimmying toward me, wishing I would. “Agony, wanting something you can’t have, isn’t it?” I ask as I ghost my hands over the tops of her thighs.
“Touch me.”
“No.” I stand up tall with a smirk, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Please touch me, or...” She’s begging now.
“Or what?”
“Or I’m going to freak out.” Her voice holds a desperate edge to it now. “This is torture.” Her fingers clench and release over her head.
“You are the very best kind of torture, Nadia. My special brand of hell. But I want you so badly I don’t even mind the flames.”
Her tongue darts out as she regards me. Chest heaving. Clearly struck speechless by my confession.
I take a step back, gaze raking over her. “Now spread your legs for me.”
A shiver races through her, and she obeys, slender thighs parting on a quiet whimper.
My dick hurts, it’s so hard. “Do you have any idea how pretty you look like this? I’ve never been harder than I am right now with you trussed up and spread out on my dining room table like a fucking five-course meal.”
She giggles, sounding a little unhinged. “Only five?”
I step closer, and her body trembles. Running a hand over her inner thigh, I press one finger into her wet heat, watching it disappear inside of her. I groan. She is too fucking much.
When I glide it out, her head flops from side to side. Nadia isn’t a patient woman. I know the anticipation is killing her as much as it’s killing me, but that’s what our relationship is—brilliant, cruel, torturous anticipation.
Her eyes flare with heat when I slide that finger into my mouth, sucking on it before pulling it out with a lewd popping sound, never dropping her gaze. “You’re right, five courses won’t be nearly enough.”
“Griffin. Hurry up, and f—”
I stop her right there as I drop to my knees before her spread legs. “If you call thisfuckingone more time, I’m going to flip you over and redden your perfect ass.” My fingers dig into her thighs as I prop them over my shoulders.
“I’m scared to call it more. The timing feels all wrong,” she confesses, and my heart constricts.
“Then I’ll wait for the right time.” I hold her gaze for a beat, wishing I could force her to understand how all in I am on her. And then I drop my mouth between her legs and get to work on showing her instead.
