Taming His Tutor (Entangled Brazen) by Natalie Anderson Page A

couldn’t get everywhere fast enough.
    It was an all-out assault.
    And all the while he was kissing her lips and face and neck and breasts, he teased her clit by rocking his hips, rubbing his cock so close, but refusing to slide inside her.
    She whimpered, growing so hot, so overwhelmed so quickly. But he didn’t release her wrists, didn’t allow her to touch him with her hands.
    All she could do was lie there and take it.
    “Joe,” she whispered. Pleading. This wasn’t what she’d wanted.
    Yet it so was.
    He was magnificent. So focused, so hot.
    He brushed her lips over and over with his, rocking his hips in time with the tiny kisses, until she moaned again and arched, thrusting to meet him.
    “Look, the dominance thing?” he said, nipping her earlobe. “For a lot of guys it’s real. Sometimes, it’s where it’s all at. For this first time, it’s what I want.”
    “You want me to just lie here?” She was stunned.
    “You’re not just lying here,” he muttered between kisses down her neck. “You’re hot, wet, restless, moaning…turning me on even harder.” He bent, cupping her breast in his free hand, and drew her nipple into his mouth, pinching it with his teeth, then releasing it and licking away the brief point of pain. Slowly he palmed the side of her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip. He trailed across her thighs, lifting up enough to work his hand between them.
    She bit her lip, aching for him to touch her there. So ready .
    He parted her, and she felt her slickness on him and rocked, wordlessly urging him to breach her.
    And he did, pushing a finger deep inside her. Groaning, she clenched hard on him. Seeking to lock him inside. Slowly he pumped.
    Too slowly. Too good. But not enough.
    She arched, wanting more. “Joe.”
    “Patience.” He slid out of her, leaving her aching.
    She whimpered.
    “Here’s your lesson.” He pushed her legs farther apart with his knee, releasing her wrists at the same time. “Passive means no response. Just lying there. Not enjoying. You respond.” He rose above her, bent, and slid his tongue along her wet cleft. He growled, a raw, satisfied masculine growl. “You respond a lot .”
    To him she did. She shivered, about to come. But she didn’t want to yet. She reached down to touch him, to draw him up. She needed all of him now. She couldn’t go another orgasm without him inside her. “Please.”
    “When I’m ready.” He moved up her body, and closed his mouth around her nipple, allowing his teeth to graze the tight nub again.
    She ran her hands over his shoulders, barely getting the pleasure of the breadth of him before he pulled away long enough to reach into his nightstand.
    He pulled out a condom and rolled it on. It felt like forever.
    “Joe.” A whisper, a plea, she ran her hand over his back.
    “Yeah.” He moved into position quickly, braced above her, his cock pressing against her entrance. “You’re so wet. You’re ready.”
    She was more than ready.
    “And so am I,” he groaned. “I’m so ready for this.”
    She swept her hands down his sides, feeling the breadth of his torso taper to his narrow waist. So hot, so hard. She gripped his hips and kept her eyes locked on his face. She wanted to savor this, to read his expression, to know if getting this close felt as good for him as it did for her.
    Slowly he flexed, pushing into her.
    Oh fuck. Abbi inhaled deeply and gazed into his suddenly tense face.
    “You’re tight.” He huffed out a breath.
    She spread her legs wider, aching for him to thrust all the way and fill her the way she knew he was going to— completely .
    He groaned as he pulled back.
    “Don’t stop.” She stilled.
    “No.” Slowly he drove a half-inch farther into her before pausing again. “So gorgeously tight.”
    But he was there. So incredible .
    Her whole body clenched in delight; she trembled and squeezed down on him.
    “Fuck.” He closed his eyes, his forehead creasing as if he