the air and stretched her arms. The position tightened her panties, adding a delicious pressure that wasn’t enough.
She imagined him spread across his bed, hard and aching. For her. Arousal filled her blood.
More. She needed more. Reese rolled to her back. “I’m on the bed.”
His voice lowered to a husky whisper. “And I’m a lucky man. Close your eyes, darlin’.”
She did. His blatant sensuality warmed her, drew a moan from her lips as she waited for his next command.
“Cup your breasts. Describe to me what you feel.”
Reese was grateful to have both hands free as she palmed her breasts. “I feel lace. Black lace.”
He chuckled. “Your eyes are supposed to be closed.”
“They are. You said specific. I know what color my bra and panties are. Now, so do you.”
“Good girl. Continue.”
Her skin pebbled as she trailed her fingertips along the scalloped edge of her bra. “Textured. Soft.” Across the upper swell of her breast. “My skin is warm.” Her pinkie fingers grazed the front closure. “The clasp is hard. Unforgiving. Smooth.”
“Unhook it.” His purred demand held a sharp edge.
The sweet man who’d called her to say goodnight each evening was gone. This man on the phone, so confident, so innately sexual … this was the man she remembered, the man her body had craved for years.
Had she really thought to rid herself of him?
Silly, idiotic woman.
Reese released the clasp and moved the cups aside. She cradled her freed breasts, tested their weight as she imagined Pax would do, but went no further. Her nipples ached, begged for attention, but she resisted.
“Are your nipples hard?”
Her fingers hovered, primed to touch. Waiting. “Yes.”
“Pinch them,” came his next demand, as though he sensed what she needed.
“Yes,” she murmured and complied. A tiny whimper escaped her lips.
“Harder.”
Reese gasped, her fingers reacting before her brain had time to process. They were her hands, but Pax was the one touching her, directing her pleasure.
Sparks of sensation shot across her breasts. She firmed her touch, rolling the tight buds until she cried out.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? I know what you like, Reese. I’ve always known. My girl likes a twinge of pain with her pleasure, don’t you baby?”
She did. Oh god, she did.
“How about we see if your pussy likes the same attention?”
“Jesus.” Her hips curled of their own accord, already on board with the suggestion.
“Is that a yes, sweets?”
Reese groaned, forced her hands to stay in place when all she could think about was shoving them into her panties and finishing what he’d started. Wouldn’t take much.
“Reese?”
Damn it. Was he kidding? “Yes, Pax. That’s a yes. Hell-yes. Please-yes.”
“Take off your panties.”
His hoarse tone sparked a moment of clarity. “What about you?” Was he touching himself? The image of his strong hand wrapped around his cock almost did her in.
“Don’t you worry about me, darlin’. The next time I come, I’ll be buried balls deep in that sweet pussy you’re about to touch.”
“But—”
“Panties, Reese,” he ordered. “Now.”
With lightening speed, she pulled her arms from her bra, and shed her panties, tossing both over the edge of the bed.
“Slide your hands down. Don’t break contact with that beautiful skin.” He’d apparently regained some control as his tone smoothed to warm honey. “Bend your knees and let them fall open.”
Cool air met the moist heat between her legs. Her palms traveled over her abdomen. Her sex convulsed, the sensation ramping her arousal to painful proportions. The need to move, to find release, overwhelmed her.
“Paxton.”
“I’m right here, baby. Keep going, but do not touch your clit. Not yet. You have to earn it.”
He was trying to kill her. Kill. Her.
“What do you want?” She infused her voice with strength, determined to crack, if not break, his control. She wanted him with her. All the
She imagined him spread across his bed, hard and aching. For her. Arousal filled her blood.
More. She needed more. Reese rolled to her back. “I’m on the bed.”
His voice lowered to a husky whisper. “And I’m a lucky man. Close your eyes, darlin’.”
She did. His blatant sensuality warmed her, drew a moan from her lips as she waited for his next command.
“Cup your breasts. Describe to me what you feel.”
Reese was grateful to have both hands free as she palmed her breasts. “I feel lace. Black lace.”
He chuckled. “Your eyes are supposed to be closed.”
“They are. You said specific. I know what color my bra and panties are. Now, so do you.”
“Good girl. Continue.”
Her skin pebbled as she trailed her fingertips along the scalloped edge of her bra. “Textured. Soft.” Across the upper swell of her breast. “My skin is warm.” Her pinkie fingers grazed the front closure. “The clasp is hard. Unforgiving. Smooth.”
“Unhook it.” His purred demand held a sharp edge.
The sweet man who’d called her to say goodnight each evening was gone. This man on the phone, so confident, so innately sexual … this was the man she remembered, the man her body had craved for years.
Had she really thought to rid herself of him?
Silly, idiotic woman.
Reese released the clasp and moved the cups aside. She cradled her freed breasts, tested their weight as she imagined Pax would do, but went no further. Her nipples ached, begged for attention, but she resisted.
“Are your nipples hard?”
Her fingers hovered, primed to touch. Waiting. “Yes.”
“Pinch them,” came his next demand, as though he sensed what she needed.
“Yes,” she murmured and complied. A tiny whimper escaped her lips.
“Harder.”
Reese gasped, her fingers reacting before her brain had time to process. They were her hands, but Pax was the one touching her, directing her pleasure.
Sparks of sensation shot across her breasts. She firmed her touch, rolling the tight buds until she cried out.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? I know what you like, Reese. I’ve always known. My girl likes a twinge of pain with her pleasure, don’t you baby?”
She did. Oh god, she did.
“How about we see if your pussy likes the same attention?”
“Jesus.” Her hips curled of their own accord, already on board with the suggestion.
“Is that a yes, sweets?”
Reese groaned, forced her hands to stay in place when all she could think about was shoving them into her panties and finishing what he’d started. Wouldn’t take much.
“Reese?”
Damn it. Was he kidding? “Yes, Pax. That’s a yes. Hell-yes. Please-yes.”
“Take off your panties.”
His hoarse tone sparked a moment of clarity. “What about you?” Was he touching himself? The image of his strong hand wrapped around his cock almost did her in.
“Don’t you worry about me, darlin’. The next time I come, I’ll be buried balls deep in that sweet pussy you’re about to touch.”
“But—”
“Panties, Reese,” he ordered. “Now.”
With lightening speed, she pulled her arms from her bra, and shed her panties, tossing both over the edge of the bed.
“Slide your hands down. Don’t break contact with that beautiful skin.” He’d apparently regained some control as his tone smoothed to warm honey. “Bend your knees and let them fall open.”
Cool air met the moist heat between her legs. Her palms traveled over her abdomen. Her sex convulsed, the sensation ramping her arousal to painful proportions. The need to move, to find release, overwhelmed her.
“Paxton.”
“I’m right here, baby. Keep going, but do not touch your clit. Not yet. You have to earn it.”
He was trying to kill her. Kill. Her.
“What do you want?” She infused her voice with strength, determined to crack, if not break, his control. She wanted him with her. All the
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