neck, she deepened the kiss, delving her tongue into his welcoming mouth, pouring all of her troubled thoughts, her angst, her forbidden desire into the kiss. He clutched her tight, his arms a silent band of defense, a champion of their time together, however sinful it may be.
With slow hands, he removed her arms from around his neck and hooked them through the slats of the headboard.
“My way.”
Nodding, she said, “Your way.”
Brushing back the ringlets from her brow, he stared at her, his gaze roaming over her face before trailing down her bare body. Leaning forward, his lips pressed against hers, patient yet laced with need. Over and over, he returned, taking a little more each time, leaving her destitute - and frustrated.
Lowering an arm to his neck, she tried to take more. He returned it to the headboard with patient hands.
“My way, Sweetpea.”
Scooting up, he leaned over her and kissed her – really kissed her – dipping his tongue into her mouth and taking his fill. He tasted of orange juice and toothpaste, of happiness and passion. She welcomed it all, anything that was a part of him, her body responding to his patient seduction with fierce annoyance. Arching upward, she rubbed her hips against his length, his warmth seeping through the last of the Madam’s icy commands, melting all remaining doubts.
Austin broke away, his breathing labored. “If you don’t stop, this isn’t going to last.”
“Good,” she said, her nerves strung tight, her patience threadbare.
Grinning, he said, “Not good.”
His mouth clamped over her bare breast. She cried out, the moist touch of his tongue like a branding iron, searing her, marking her as his pawn. He suckled her with thorough, lazy strokes, her center ripe and pooling with moisture.
“Please, don’t stop, Austin.”
He smiled against her breast before pulling away. Cool air washed over her damp skin, waking her from his mind-numbing ministrations. “My way, Belle.”
Her lungs struggled to take in oxygen. “I’m so sick of hearing about your way, Austin. Just do it, already.”
He chuckled, without touching her. At all. “I am.”
“No, you’re teasing me.” She held the headboard slats in a white-knuckled grip.
“Are you really arguing with me right now?”
She stilled. “Well… I’m…”
“Turned on?” He quirked a brow.
Her breath rushed out on a smile. “God, yes.”
His arrogant grin irritated her. “My way.”
His mouth found her other breast, showering it with the same amazing, toe-curling attention, her body throbbing with desire. She needed something to bring her down to earth, to balance her.
Calm her.
Austin paid homage to her cleavage, his lips trailing over every square inch of her bare torso until he found the delicate area below her belly button. Her mind whirled as he moved lower at a slow, torturous pace.
She closed her legs around his head. “What are you doing?”
He spoke against her, his breath fanning the moisture there. “Making love to you.”
She stilled, her thigh muscles quaking. He was making love to her?
Don’t go there, Belle. It’s not possible. He’s amazing and you’re… dead.
“I’d like to breathe sometime soon.” His voice vibrated against her center.
A moan escaped her throat before she dropped open her legs. “Austin, I can’t-“
His mouth found her then, cutting off all thought, all common sense, sending her into a wild, thrilling tailspin. God above, he was a master. There was no way the man could elicit such carnal, intense desire without loads of practice.
A wave slowly formed inside her, rushing from deep within, building, heading to his mouth. She squirmed against the covers, wanting it, yet fighting it, her instincts telling her she couldn’t be exposed.
“Belle, let go.”
Breathing hard, she stopped, her gaze connecting with his down her body.
“I’ll catch you, baby. I promise.”
Shutting her eyes, she laid back her head and let go. A
With slow hands, he removed her arms from around his neck and hooked them through the slats of the headboard.
“My way.”
Nodding, she said, “Your way.”
Brushing back the ringlets from her brow, he stared at her, his gaze roaming over her face before trailing down her bare body. Leaning forward, his lips pressed against hers, patient yet laced with need. Over and over, he returned, taking a little more each time, leaving her destitute - and frustrated.
Lowering an arm to his neck, she tried to take more. He returned it to the headboard with patient hands.
“My way, Sweetpea.”
Scooting up, he leaned over her and kissed her – really kissed her – dipping his tongue into her mouth and taking his fill. He tasted of orange juice and toothpaste, of happiness and passion. She welcomed it all, anything that was a part of him, her body responding to his patient seduction with fierce annoyance. Arching upward, she rubbed her hips against his length, his warmth seeping through the last of the Madam’s icy commands, melting all remaining doubts.
Austin broke away, his breathing labored. “If you don’t stop, this isn’t going to last.”
“Good,” she said, her nerves strung tight, her patience threadbare.
Grinning, he said, “Not good.”
His mouth clamped over her bare breast. She cried out, the moist touch of his tongue like a branding iron, searing her, marking her as his pawn. He suckled her with thorough, lazy strokes, her center ripe and pooling with moisture.
“Please, don’t stop, Austin.”
He smiled against her breast before pulling away. Cool air washed over her damp skin, waking her from his mind-numbing ministrations. “My way, Belle.”
Her lungs struggled to take in oxygen. “I’m so sick of hearing about your way, Austin. Just do it, already.”
He chuckled, without touching her. At all. “I am.”
“No, you’re teasing me.” She held the headboard slats in a white-knuckled grip.
“Are you really arguing with me right now?”
She stilled. “Well… I’m…”
“Turned on?” He quirked a brow.
Her breath rushed out on a smile. “God, yes.”
His arrogant grin irritated her. “My way.”
His mouth found her other breast, showering it with the same amazing, toe-curling attention, her body throbbing with desire. She needed something to bring her down to earth, to balance her.
Calm her.
Austin paid homage to her cleavage, his lips trailing over every square inch of her bare torso until he found the delicate area below her belly button. Her mind whirled as he moved lower at a slow, torturous pace.
She closed her legs around his head. “What are you doing?”
He spoke against her, his breath fanning the moisture there. “Making love to you.”
She stilled, her thigh muscles quaking. He was making love to her?
Don’t go there, Belle. It’s not possible. He’s amazing and you’re… dead.
“I’d like to breathe sometime soon.” His voice vibrated against her center.
A moan escaped her throat before she dropped open her legs. “Austin, I can’t-“
His mouth found her then, cutting off all thought, all common sense, sending her into a wild, thrilling tailspin. God above, he was a master. There was no way the man could elicit such carnal, intense desire without loads of practice.
A wave slowly formed inside her, rushing from deep within, building, heading to his mouth. She squirmed against the covers, wanting it, yet fighting it, her instincts telling her she couldn’t be exposed.
“Belle, let go.”
Breathing hard, she stopped, her gaze connecting with his down her body.
“I’ll catch you, baby. I promise.”
Shutting her eyes, she laid back her head and let go. A
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