“So how do I get you to lick me?”
“All you have to do is ask,” he said, his voice low and full of decadent promise, his wicked words fire on her already sensitive skin.
“And you’ll say yes?” Her core clenched at the possibility.
A predatory grin curled the corners of his delicious mouth. “Depends on how pretty you put it.”
Trouble, thy name is Dom. And it was just the kind of trouble she liked, what had pulled her to him the moment he’d stepped off the elevator onto the Dylan’s showroom floor. Big risk, big reward. Her gaze dipped down to the outline of his hard cock against his jeans. Her mouth went dry, and her nipples stiffened to almost painful peaks.
“You want me to beg.” Damn, how had her voice gotten that breathy and needy?
“I want to make you so hot you won’t be able to make a coherent sound at all.” He reached behind his head and pulled off the sweater, revealing a wide plane of muscle dusted with light blond hair that became several shades darker as it formed a line that disappeared behind his waistband. “Now take off the shirt.”
It was there in his tone, that loose string that if she pulled it he’d come undone. Anticipation thrummed through her body and soul. She tugged the shirt farther down, and one stiff nipple popped out of the top. “This shirt?”
He leaned forward, letting his forearms rest on his muscular thighs, his hands hanging loose as if the tension between them wasn’t gripping both of them tight. “Last warning, Elle.”
“Or what?” She batted her eyelashes at him, coy as could be. “You’ll spank me?”
“No.” A flash of something hard, determined, and so hungry for her it defied description crossed his face. “That shirt will come off anyway, and then I’ll take you right to the edge of coming and stop. Then I’ll do that again and again and again until you’re so slippery with want that you really will beg me to give you what you need.”
How she kept her legs from collapsing, she wasn’t sure. “And will you?”
“Eventually.” He relaxed back into the love seat, like a panther toying with its prey. “ If you’re a good girl.” He paused, his gaze devouring her. “Take it off. Now.”
Too turned on to delay any longer, she whipped her shirt off and stood naked before him. “Happy now?”
“Getting there.” He squeezed his cock through his jeans. “Come over here.”
On wobbly legs, she did. He stretched his arms across the back of the love seat, giving her a prime view of his magnificent bare chest. “Take off my jeans.”
Unable to deny him—or herself—any longer, she practically leaped at the chance. Her hands trembled as she snapped open the button and lowered his zipper. He lifted his hips, and she tugged the jeans off. She almost came on the spot. He was commando.
“Since you’re so interested in licking, Elle, why don’t you start?”
It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t a request. It was a challenge. He wanted to play…and so did she.
Settling down on her knees, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. It was hot silk wrapped around iron. Bringing it up to her mouth, she looked up to see him watching her. Good. She was going to put on a show. Time to make Mr. Control Freak let go. She started soft. Just the tip of her tongue against his head, little lapping tastes at the precome that had him closing his eyes in ecstasy. It was meant to make him crazy, but it had the same effect on her. She couldn’t get enough. The head, the base, the shaft, she licked it all before taking him deep into her mouth and then releasing him and starting all over again with teasing licks around the head.
“Elle,” he groaned.
Pulling back, she grinned and sat on her heels. “Are you begging, Dom?”
Something dangerous sparked in his eyes, and he lifted her from the floor and slid her up the hard planes of his body until her breasts were at mouth level. “I never beg.”
“We’ll see about—” The
“All you have to do is ask,” he said, his voice low and full of decadent promise, his wicked words fire on her already sensitive skin.
“And you’ll say yes?” Her core clenched at the possibility.
A predatory grin curled the corners of his delicious mouth. “Depends on how pretty you put it.”
Trouble, thy name is Dom. And it was just the kind of trouble she liked, what had pulled her to him the moment he’d stepped off the elevator onto the Dylan’s showroom floor. Big risk, big reward. Her gaze dipped down to the outline of his hard cock against his jeans. Her mouth went dry, and her nipples stiffened to almost painful peaks.
“You want me to beg.” Damn, how had her voice gotten that breathy and needy?
“I want to make you so hot you won’t be able to make a coherent sound at all.” He reached behind his head and pulled off the sweater, revealing a wide plane of muscle dusted with light blond hair that became several shades darker as it formed a line that disappeared behind his waistband. “Now take off the shirt.”
It was there in his tone, that loose string that if she pulled it he’d come undone. Anticipation thrummed through her body and soul. She tugged the shirt farther down, and one stiff nipple popped out of the top. “This shirt?”
He leaned forward, letting his forearms rest on his muscular thighs, his hands hanging loose as if the tension between them wasn’t gripping both of them tight. “Last warning, Elle.”
“Or what?” She batted her eyelashes at him, coy as could be. “You’ll spank me?”
“No.” A flash of something hard, determined, and so hungry for her it defied description crossed his face. “That shirt will come off anyway, and then I’ll take you right to the edge of coming and stop. Then I’ll do that again and again and again until you’re so slippery with want that you really will beg me to give you what you need.”
How she kept her legs from collapsing, she wasn’t sure. “And will you?”
“Eventually.” He relaxed back into the love seat, like a panther toying with its prey. “ If you’re a good girl.” He paused, his gaze devouring her. “Take it off. Now.”
Too turned on to delay any longer, she whipped her shirt off and stood naked before him. “Happy now?”
“Getting there.” He squeezed his cock through his jeans. “Come over here.”
On wobbly legs, she did. He stretched his arms across the back of the love seat, giving her a prime view of his magnificent bare chest. “Take off my jeans.”
Unable to deny him—or herself—any longer, she practically leaped at the chance. Her hands trembled as she snapped open the button and lowered his zipper. He lifted his hips, and she tugged the jeans off. She almost came on the spot. He was commando.
“Since you’re so interested in licking, Elle, why don’t you start?”
It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t a request. It was a challenge. He wanted to play…and so did she.
Settling down on her knees, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. It was hot silk wrapped around iron. Bringing it up to her mouth, she looked up to see him watching her. Good. She was going to put on a show. Time to make Mr. Control Freak let go. She started soft. Just the tip of her tongue against his head, little lapping tastes at the precome that had him closing his eyes in ecstasy. It was meant to make him crazy, but it had the same effect on her. She couldn’t get enough. The head, the base, the shaft, she licked it all before taking him deep into her mouth and then releasing him and starting all over again with teasing licks around the head.
“Elle,” he groaned.
Pulling back, she grinned and sat on her heels. “Are you begging, Dom?”
Something dangerous sparked in his eyes, and he lifted her from the floor and slid her up the hard planes of his body until her breasts were at mouth level. “I never beg.”
“We’ll see about—” The
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