Blade's Desire by Leah Brooke Page A

until it disappeared into his dark pants. The bulge beneath his zipper grew as she watched, and she ached to reach out and touch him.
    “Having trouble?”
    Her head snapped up at Blade’s voice. She thought she saw his lips twitch, but she couldn’t be sure.
    “I, um, I’m stuck,” she admitted, embarrassed. The beautiful and sophisticated women he normally brought here probably never accidentally got themselves stuck because they’d knotted themselves in their dresses.
    “Let me help you.”
    Feeling like an idiot, Kelly held her breath as Blade’s gorgeous chest moved closer. She felt his fingers work deftly at the knot, but couldn’t tear her eyes from the feast in front of her.
    Without thought, Kelly reached out. She just had to touch him. He looked more beautiful than any statue she had ever seen, but the heat radiating from him drew her as no piece of marble ever could. Under her palm, she felt the firmness of muscle beneath the firm hot skin and the tickle of soft springy hair.
    When Blade drew in a harsh breath, Kelly jerked her hand away as her eyes flew to his in horror.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t, um, I mean, I couldn’t, um… I’m sorry.”
    Lowering her head, she glanced up at him through her lashes. She felt his eyes on her, but kept her head down, not sure if she’d done something wrong again. While at the restaurant, he’d wanted her to touch him. She didn’t know if she should touch him here.   In Blade’s playroom, he unapologetically reinforced his dominance. She’d probably done the wrong thing, touching him, especially in this room without his permission.
    Blade looked down at the woman he loved more than life itself, grateful that her eyes had lowered. If not, she would have seen the look of absolute shock on his face when she’d reached out and touched him.
    Up until tonight, she’d never initiated physical contact before. He always touched her first. She’d touched his face during dinner, but only after he’d told her to, and she’d only kissed him with those light butterfly kisses when she’d thought she’d made him angry.
    Her soft little kisses, asking forgiveness, made him fight his body’s reaction as each soft touch of her lips and her desire to appease him brought his cock to full attention.
    He couldn’t let her know his face tightened fiercely because he’d been grabbing desperately for every ounce of control. His cock had throbbed painfully, needing to be inside her tight, slick sheath and pound into her furiously.
    Whether his beloved knew it or not, her submissive nature showed clearly and combined with her defiance, captivated him. He’d never met a woman more suited to the role or more abused by it. He couldn’t wait to teach her to embrace her submissive nature. He wanted to show her how her own strength, and teach her that she could be whatever she wanted to be with him.
    He would enjoy spoiling her rotten, and when she got too spoiled, well, he would take care of that in a way that would be pleasurable to both of them. He vowed to himself that the only pain she would feel from now on would be erotic pain, the slight pain that only intensified the pleasure.
    Jesus, when she’d splayed her dainty hand on his chest, Blade felt as if he’d been touched by a live wire. He smiled to himself. He’d touched and been touched by more women than he could remember, but this little bit of voluptuous curves and shy smiles turned him inside out and tested his iron control with alarming frequency.
    It added yet another challenge to the growing number he already faced since finding the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Knowing she reveled in his dominance, needed it and his strength every bit as much as he needed her softness, he fought to keep his expression cool.
    “Did I give you permission to touch me?”
    Lifting her chin, he forced her to meet his eyes, seeing both the wariness in her eyes at his expression and the hunger as her eyes kept