Taming His Tutor (Entangled Brazen) by Natalie Anderson

mattress, to just sink into the sensations…
    Instead she pulled away to sit back. She was going to be in charge. She brushed her hair behind her ear and gazed down at the tanned perfection of his body. She’d never gotten so lucky in her life, and she had to make the most of this moment.
    Question was, what to do with him? Did she go straight for the kill shot and give him a blow job? Frankly that hadn’t ever been one of her faves to do, but with him it might very well be different. The thought of kissing him all over made her mouth water. Then again, maybe she should trail her fingers over his torso, the same way he’d teased her legs before?
    She traced her fingers around his flat nipples, moving her hands in synchronized motions down to meet in the middle, then traced down farther along his sternum, following the light trail of hair that arrowed to the straining cock that was smacking hard against his abs.
    Maybe she should just pull her lips apart and slide right on him. But did she go frontward or try reverse cowgirl? Or was that just too quick? Should she kiss him some more first? All the ideas in the articles she’d read hurtled through her head in an instant.
    “Stop thinking,” he said. “Stop doubting yourself.”
    She froze. Her heart stopped, then sank. He knew?
    He was watching her, that sinful smile quirking one corner of his mouth. But his eyes were serious. Too serious.
    He flipped her so quickly and pinned her with such force all the air was pushed from her lungs. Stunned, she lay flat in the middle of his huge mattress while he lay with all his weight on her.
    Every gloriously muscled ounce.
    “Did you honestly think I’d let you better me for long?” he growled, his hips digging into her.
    She gasped for a breath to speak and arched up, unable to suppress the need to feel him even closer. “I thought you wanted—”
    “Lie still,” he said sharply. “And stop fucking thinking.”
    She froze again. Damn if that didn’t set her burning. All the “what should I do” deliberations evaporated as she stared up at him, feeling him, waiting for him to say what he wanted. Excited about what he might demand. Oh yeah, the thought of being given some orders turned her on.
    He looked pleased. He ran his hand up the side of her body, making her shiver yet lean into the touch like an affection-starved kitten.
    “You like it when I tell you what to do,” he said.
    Uh, yeah. Possibly. “Only because I have no clue.”
    “No. You like it. Because you like to please. You like to please me.”
    She was silent.
    He raised up onto his elbows, letting his erection press harder into her.
    “You’re a very soft, sweet woman.” He combed his fingers through her hair, then bent and gently brushed his lips against hers. A light kiss that soon turned blistering. Just as she was at the melting point, he lifted away. The smile was in his eyes—full of wicked intent.
    “It pleases me when you do as I ask. It pleases me when you can’t help doing as I ask. Responding to me.”
    She responded just to those words. Her inner muscles softened; her temperature spiked. But she needed more.
    He grasped her hands and lifted her arms above her head, easily switching his grip to hold her wrists in the one hand. She arched her back, experimenting, parting her legs so she could feel his cock closer to her entrance—so hot-damn close—heard his indrawn breath as she did. She felt weirdly helpless and yet powerful. Like she was a caged animal. But she’d needed the bars to realize just what an animal she was.
    For a long moment he just looked at her, that wicked smile deepening in his eyes. And all that while she grew hotter, more needy. He was so gorgeous. So strong. So close to being hers for just a few moments.
    Then he moved. He kissed her neck, her mouth, her breasts. Kissed her again and again and all over, like he’d been wanting to kiss her like this forever and now he’d finally gotten the chance, he