Up in Flames by Trista Ann Michaels

hot pussy against the ridge of his cock, wasn’t helping matters either. If he was smart, he would just let her dry hump him and rub herself against him until she came.
    But right now he was most definitely not smart.
    Growling, he pushed away from her and rested his forehead against her firm stomach.
    “No,” she whined.
    She tried to pull him back to her, but Hayden lifted and grasped her hands. He pinned them on the table above her head and stared down at her firmly.
    “I need a second to breathe, Cara,” he murmured. “Your first time will hurt, and if I don’t calm down, I’ll make it a lot worse for you than it has to be.”
    “If you stop now, Hayden, I swear I’ll hurt you in ways you never imagined were possible,” she breathed.
    Hayden’s lips twitched at her threat. “I don’t doubt that for a second.”
    She was such a refreshing blend of innocence and vixen. God help him when she lost that innocence and became all vixen. She was a handful now as it was. Dipping his head, he captured her parted lips with his.
    She moaned and kissed him back, struggling against his hold. “I want to touch you,” she whispered.
    “No way, sunshine,” he rumbled in her ear. “If you touch me now, I’ll lose my damn mind.”
    He slowly worked his way down her neck, enjoying the sounds of her moans and sighs. She definitely wasn’t shy. If she liked what he did, she sighed and wiggled with a passion that took his breath away.
    Keeping both wrists tight in one hand, he lowered the other one and lifted her breast upward, meeting his mouth.

Chapter Eleven
    The feel of Hayden’s tongue as it gently glided around her nipple made Cara ache for more. It felt so good but at the same time wasn’t nearly enough. She tried to break free of his hold, but when she met resistance, she realized just how much she liked his holding her down. The sensations coursing through her body left her breathless, scared, and excited all at the same time. Her mind was a jumble of emotions she would catch glimpses of only for it to meld into something else. She burned and ached, then shivered with need. It was all too much, but she wanted more.
    “More,” she sighed.
    Hayden complied by engulfing the tip of her breast between his lips and sucking. His tongue worked back and forth across her nipple, making her cry out. Moisture gathered between her legs, and she knew her body was ready for him.
    Why wasn’t he taking her? Why was he prolonging her agony?
    “Hayden,” she groaned. “Please.”
    He ignored her and moved his mouth to her other breast. Cara couldn’t keep still. She wiggled and squirmed, arched her back to get her breast farther into his mouth. When his teeth bit down on her nipple, she gasped at the surprising pleasure-pain sensation.
    She’d never felt anything like it. Who would’ve thought pain could be pleasurable?
    Hayden released her hands. She reached up to bury her fingers in his hair, but he pulled them back and placed her hands on the table by her hips.
    “Don’t move,” he growled.
    Her eyes widened at the commanding tone to his voice, the stern look on his face, and the wicked effect it had on her insides.
    He released her hands before grasping her pants and tugging them off her hips. The cool air hit her naked flesh, and she shivered.
    Hayden put his hands on her knees and pressed them back toward her chest. He placed soft kisses on the insides of her knees, and Cara drew in a slow breath. She was naked and wide open to him and his hungry gaze. Unease swept over her as he feathered his lips lower along the inside of her thigh. What was he doing? Surely he wouldn’t… There?
    She frowned slightly and glanced down toward the top of his head. “Hayden?” she whispered.
    He glanced up at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he blew softly across her pussy. Cara drew in sharply as his warm breath feathered over her. She dropped her head back on the table and stared up at the ceiling in stunned