Her Tender Tyrant by Elizabeth Lennox

pushing away her shyness and giving her a power she’d never known was in her. Suddenly, she wanted so much more and she wasn’t exactly sure how to get it. When his thumbs moved back to her breasts, her knees almost gave out on her. She grabbed his arms, one hand reaching up to his shoulders so she wouldn’t make a fool of herself by falling at his feet.
    While her fingers trembled, she worked the buttons on his shirt, desperate to see up close what she’d been viewing from far away. Her fingers tingled with anticipation as they pushed the button through the hole. But apparently she wasn’t fast enough for him. His strong hands took his shirt into his hands and ripped, buttons scattering everywhere. A split second later, his large hands held hers against his chest.
    Juliette shivered as she stared at the tanned skin in front of her. Slowly, but with gaining confidence, she started to explore. Fascinated, she let her fingertips glide over his chest, reveling in the texture of his skin with a light coating of dark hair. She felt his large body shudder when her fingers accidentally, or on purpose, glided over his flat male nipples. But when she realized his reaction, she did it again, smiling when he shattered underneath her light touch. “So the big, indomitable Marcus has a few weak spots,” she said and bent her head, kissing the middle of his chest. She had no idea where this bravery had come from but she really liked it.
    “You’re killing me, Juliette,” he groaned and took her hands away.
    “Why can’t I…?” she started to ask but he swooped down and captured her mouth again, distracting her while he pushed her jeans down her legs. Lifting her up and placing her on the bed, he took his time sliding her boots off.
    “Because I have wanted you for too long. And you’re wearing these boots which just about blew my mind tonight.”
    Juliette laughed until he nibbled on the arch of her foot. That caused more gasps because she’d had no idea that there were erogenous zones in her feet!
    “Still want to argue with me?” he asked, leaning over her to kiss her stomach.
    Juliette shook her head, writhing now as the heat of his mouth covered her overly sensitive stomach.
    He laughed softly. “I didn’t think so,” he said and worked on her other boot. “Is this one just as sensitive?” he asked and held tight to her foot when she tried to tug it away. “Oh, no, dear girl. You’ve been walking around this house with that luscious body of yours, sleeping soundly in the next room while I’ve been taking cold showers two or three times a day. You’re going to pay for the torture you’ve put me through,” he told her with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
    “So this is all about retribution?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper because he was nibbling his way up her leg.
    He shook his head. “You’ve got it all wrong. There’s no retribution, only justice. And I plan on having the last word so stop trying to do it yourself.”
    She realized his goal and pulled her legs closed, scooting back on the mattress. But when she looked up into his eyes, he knew exactly what she’d tried to do and grinned. “Think you’re getting out of that?” he asked, looming over her.
    She laughed, amazed at this teasing side of Marcus. He always seemed so stern and powerful. And when they argued, she’d thought that the sexual tension was only on her side. So finding out that he’d been feeling it as well made her more than a little giddy. “I think…”
    He took her ankles and pulled her back towards him. “You are not allowed to think tonight. Only feel.” He kissed her again, an urgent, intense kiss that curled her toes and made her ache in secret spots. “And I intend to make you feel a whole lot tonight.”
    With that promise, he stood up and pulled off his own jeans and boxers, revealing his magnificent self to her and Juliette was in awe. Never had she seen anything so amazing. Even the buffed up actors