Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather) by Cerise DeLand Page B

inevitable? “Is that what you wanted to tell me?”
    He worked a muscle in his jaw.
    “Okay. What do I need to do to take better care of the car?”
    He laughed then grabbed a fistful of her hair and cupped her
nape to draw her face closer to his. “Forget the car. I want to take care of
this.”
    His lips seized hers. Torrid, demanding, his kiss was a
brand, a brutal declaration of domination.
    “No.” She tore away, gasping for air.
    “No,” he objected and caught her back. This time when he
brought her mouth to his, his claim was a firestorm of flaming kisses. They
were too many, too fierce, too scalding to refuse.
    She swooned, all his.
    “You can’t say no, baby.” And he proved it by brushing her
lips with his own and wrapping her closer still.
    Baby. How many men had ever thought she might like that
word? Need it? How many men could think of her as something small and compliant
and theirs? None. Her head swam with the way he took her will and molded it to
his.
    “Bend to me, Willow.” His voice was an order and a plea.
    She melted against him, her arms winding around his broad
back and rising up to taste more of him. God, please, give me more of his
ravishing assault.
    His lips were as plush as they were silky. His tongue was
insistent as it pushed inside the cavern of her mouth and took and took.
Holding her head so that he could devour her, he ended one madness only to
spread tiny kisses along her cheek and then take her mouth again, all animal
sensation.
    They broke apart at the same instant, chests heaving. She
curved against him, languid with the passion he aroused but oh so hungry for
more of him.
    She rose on her toes, just as she had in the B&B that
afternoon, and reached up to curl a hand around his nape to bring him down for
another kiss. This one, led by her, was all soft surrender, her to him, him to
her, both to the moaning need to savor the other. She rejoiced that this time
he let her lead. Maybe this wild man could be tamed after all.
    He drew back, eyeing her skeptically as he put his index
finger to her lower lip to trace the outline. She caught the tip between her
teeth, her gaze on him as she gave him a glimpse of how she could be brazen. He
sank his finger inside her mouth and she knew he wanted her to suck him.
Snagging him with her teeth, she sank her lips around his flesh and with
languid swipes of her tongue, she caressed his finger inside her mouth just as
later she would caress his cock inside her pussy. She was talented, had lots of
practice in the art of the great BJ and she got soaking wet just thinking about
how she wanted to blow his mind with her skills.
    Gasping, he tried to extract his finger and she nipped him.
Licked him. Showed him that two could play at seduction…until she decided to
let him go. Then, when she was ready, she withdrew and licked her lower lip
with a slow swipe of her tongue.
    His nostrils flaring, his cock lodged right up tight against
her mound, he crushed her closer to him. “We’ll do more of that.”
    She rubbed the tip of her nose against his nicely pressed
shirt and smiled. “We will. Soon.” She pushed at his chest and leaned backward
out of his embrace. “But not tonight.”
    His eyes half-lidded and disappointed, he gave her a little
nod. “That’s best.”
    She turned out of his arms and even though she moved on
shaking legs she managed to slide back into the front seat. Patting around to
find the keys, she saw them on the floorboard and snatched at them. Coming up,
she felt his hands cup her head as he led her to meet his lips in a sultry
joining. The melding was tender, so tender.
    “Can’t stop kissing you,” he said, his voice rough.
    She swallowed her need to rise up and capture his mouth for
more of his affection. “Have to, Sheriff. We can’t have anyone find us out here
necking along the road.”
    He brushed his fingertips over her mouth. “We better get to
know each other quick.”
    “Why’s that?” she asked as he