away.
That made her want to scream. A low rumble sounded from deep in her throat, and for the next few seconds all she felt was his warm breath again, teasing her sensitive pleasure point almost intolerably.
She wanted to beg him to go back to what he’d done with his tongue, but she couldn’t do that. This wasn’t about her needs. He needed to be in control. He needed to have her do his bidding. If he knew how tortured she felt, he would only torture her more.
So with all the willpower she possessed, she waited in silence for what he would do next. When his lips circled her clitoris again, she didn’t even try to contain the moan. While sucking the little mound into his mouth, he simultaneously pushed a finger inside her, moving it around the toy still resting there, and a cry of pleasure escaped from her lungs as she convulsed against the hard stairs.
When she finally came down from the high, she raised her head slowly, and found his silver gaze burning into her.
“You are so responsive,” he said with a shudder as he got up and then sat next to her, putting his face only inches from hers. She wanted those lips, wanted to feel him pressed against her. How could she possibly want or need anything more after all he’d put her through this whole day? She didn’t know, but suspected that the games were just beginning.
He leaned forward and gently clamped his teeth down on her bottom lip and sucked, sending a whole new level of desire throughout her small frame. Just as confusingly as this sexual play date had begun, he ended it by casually leaning back and then standing up.
What was next? Should she get up, hold out her hands to him, beg him to take her to bed? No. None of that would make him happy. So, once again, she just waited. This was getting a little old.
“Time for dinner.”
With those words, he left her panting on the stairs. She wanted to yank out the device he’d made her insert, and wanted to demand he stop toying with her this way. She did none of that, of course. Instead, she struggled up on unsteady legs and followed him into the dining room.
A table was set with candles already lit and soft music playing in the background. Why the seduction scene? She was already paid for, a guaranteed lay. And yet he held out a chair for her.
But when she sat down, he leaned over her and asked, “Ready for round two?”
Hot damn!
She was more than ready.
Chapter Eleven
While pushing Jewell’s chair in, Blake brushed her shoulder with his hand, and desire shot through him. He moved his seat closer to hers. None of that across-the-table nonsense of civilized dining for two. He needed her to be next to him, needed to feel the softness of her skin against his fingers.
The buildup, the anticipation, the hunger of playing these games with her — this was the greatest he’d felt in a long time. He needed to see how far he could push her, how far he could push himself. He’d never before had so much enjoyment with the preliminaries and actualities of sex. He would never have waited so long to possess any woman other than this one. Sure, the buildup always had its charms, but if Jewell were someone else, he would have bedded her the night before, and several times today as well, and he’d already be tiring of her.
This woman had him thinking twice, though. The way she held herself, the burning in her eyes, the confusion. She was a mystery and he swore he couldn’t stand any mysteries involving women — why waste the time solving them? — but he wanted to know her, wanted to
That made her want to scream. A low rumble sounded from deep in her throat, and for the next few seconds all she felt was his warm breath again, teasing her sensitive pleasure point almost intolerably.
She wanted to beg him to go back to what he’d done with his tongue, but she couldn’t do that. This wasn’t about her needs. He needed to be in control. He needed to have her do his bidding. If he knew how tortured she felt, he would only torture her more.
So with all the willpower she possessed, she waited in silence for what he would do next. When his lips circled her clitoris again, she didn’t even try to contain the moan. While sucking the little mound into his mouth, he simultaneously pushed a finger inside her, moving it around the toy still resting there, and a cry of pleasure escaped from her lungs as she convulsed against the hard stairs.
When she finally came down from the high, she raised her head slowly, and found his silver gaze burning into her.
“You are so responsive,” he said with a shudder as he got up and then sat next to her, putting his face only inches from hers. She wanted those lips, wanted to feel him pressed against her. How could she possibly want or need anything more after all he’d put her through this whole day? She didn’t know, but suspected that the games were just beginning.
He leaned forward and gently clamped his teeth down on her bottom lip and sucked, sending a whole new level of desire throughout her small frame. Just as confusingly as this sexual play date had begun, he ended it by casually leaning back and then standing up.
What was next? Should she get up, hold out her hands to him, beg him to take her to bed? No. None of that would make him happy. So, once again, she just waited. This was getting a little old.
“Time for dinner.”
With those words, he left her panting on the stairs. She wanted to yank out the device he’d made her insert, and wanted to demand he stop toying with her this way. She did none of that, of course. Instead, she struggled up on unsteady legs and followed him into the dining room.
A table was set with candles already lit and soft music playing in the background. Why the seduction scene? She was already paid for, a guaranteed lay. And yet he held out a chair for her.
But when she sat down, he leaned over her and asked, “Ready for round two?”
Hot damn!
She was more than ready.
Chapter Eleven
While pushing Jewell’s chair in, Blake brushed her shoulder with his hand, and desire shot through him. He moved his seat closer to hers. None of that across-the-table nonsense of civilized dining for two. He needed her to be next to him, needed to feel the softness of her skin against his fingers.
The buildup, the anticipation, the hunger of playing these games with her — this was the greatest he’d felt in a long time. He needed to see how far he could push her, how far he could push himself. He’d never before had so much enjoyment with the preliminaries and actualities of sex. He would never have waited so long to possess any woman other than this one. Sure, the buildup always had its charms, but if Jewell were someone else, he would have bedded her the night before, and several times today as well, and he’d already be tiring of her.
This woman had him thinking twice, though. The way she held herself, the burning in her eyes, the confusion. She was a mystery and he swore he couldn’t stand any mysteries involving women — why waste the time solving them? — but he wanted to know her, wanted to
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