on a low growl that had her stomach churning with excitement. “Don’t move.”
She swallowed hard, her hands pressed against the wall, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest.
His gaze never leaving hers, he undid her blouse, one button, then the next, and the next, his large, tanned hands an erotic picture against the soft silk of her blouse. He took his time undressing her, the slow anticipation causing her nipples to peak and harden.
“I can’t wait to see you naked,” he said in a deep voice, easing the silk off her shoulders.
Her shirt fell to the floor in a soft whoosh, leaving her in a lacy bra and her black pencil skirt. He stared at her then, his searing gaze taking in her full breasts, so much more than the handful she always imagined most men preferred.
Her sex clenched, moisture soaking her panties.
“So damned hot,” he muttered, staring.
She felt awkward standing before him half dressed, her hands pressed against the wall, waiting for him to make the next move. The urge to touch him, to participate, to undress him and see his magnificent body was strong.
Just as she was about to move, his words from earlier came back to her. I expect you to give yourself over to me completely in bed. To do as I say without hesitation or question.
So as his eyes dilated with approval, she let him look his fill. And as he did, his erection grew larger, thicker. She did that to him, and the knowledge empowered her, allowing her to remain still and in place.
“I’ve dreamed about the way you might taste. Are you sweet, Riley?” he asked, his voice gruff and sexy.
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She didn’t think he expected an answer, not that she could provide one.
He reached out, pushing the cup of her bra beneath her breast, and tweaked her nipple, beginning a steady massage of one breast that felt so good she arched, pushing herself into his hand.
His touch was molten, branding her, and when he twisted her nipple, her sex pulsed with need, and dampness soaked her even more. Her breath came in short pants, and she squirmed in place, trying to squeeze her legs together to alleviate the empty, aching neediness he effortlessly created.
“No,” he said in a sharp tone that had her obeying while, the throbbing in her clit intensified. “I told you not to move, and when you come, you’re going to know it’s me who brought you there.”
A moan escaped her lips, and she flushed in embarrassment.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said, his hands moving to her other breast, giving it the same diligent treatment, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching her face as her hips bucked forward.
“I think it’s time I find out if you taste as good as I imagined.” He leaned down and sucked one distended nipple into his mouth.
Stars exploded in front of her eyes, and the ragged sound that escaped from her throat surprised even her. “Ian, please,” she begged, gripping his arm in her hand.
“Back in place,” he snapped, and her hands immediately hit the wall once more.
She wanted to touch him, hoped he’d allow her later. For now? He’d barely played with her breasts, and already she knew she’d do anything he demanded if only he’d give her the orgasm she desperately needed.
“Good girl,” he said, turning his attention to her next breast. “Is this what you need?” He bit gently on her nipple, and a full-body tremor shook her so hard she was surprised her knees didn’t give way.
“Holy shit,” she muttered, eliciting a dark laugh from him before he licked around the throbbing peak.
“I have a question,” she managed to ask.
He stroked her cheek with one hand, his touch so gentle and caring he took her breath away. “Ask away.”
“Do I?”
“Do you what?” Ian asked, surprised by the hesitancy in her tone.
She swallowed, the muscles in her neck moving up and down, making Ian want to growl and mark her there. Something about this woman
She swallowed hard, her hands pressed against the wall, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest.
His gaze never leaving hers, he undid her blouse, one button, then the next, and the next, his large, tanned hands an erotic picture against the soft silk of her blouse. He took his time undressing her, the slow anticipation causing her nipples to peak and harden.
“I can’t wait to see you naked,” he said in a deep voice, easing the silk off her shoulders.
Her shirt fell to the floor in a soft whoosh, leaving her in a lacy bra and her black pencil skirt. He stared at her then, his searing gaze taking in her full breasts, so much more than the handful she always imagined most men preferred.
Her sex clenched, moisture soaking her panties.
“So damned hot,” he muttered, staring.
She felt awkward standing before him half dressed, her hands pressed against the wall, waiting for him to make the next move. The urge to touch him, to participate, to undress him and see his magnificent body was strong.
Just as she was about to move, his words from earlier came back to her. I expect you to give yourself over to me completely in bed. To do as I say without hesitation or question.
So as his eyes dilated with approval, she let him look his fill. And as he did, his erection grew larger, thicker. She did that to him, and the knowledge empowered her, allowing her to remain still and in place.
“I’ve dreamed about the way you might taste. Are you sweet, Riley?” he asked, his voice gruff and sexy.
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She didn’t think he expected an answer, not that she could provide one.
He reached out, pushing the cup of her bra beneath her breast, and tweaked her nipple, beginning a steady massage of one breast that felt so good she arched, pushing herself into his hand.
His touch was molten, branding her, and when he twisted her nipple, her sex pulsed with need, and dampness soaked her even more. Her breath came in short pants, and she squirmed in place, trying to squeeze her legs together to alleviate the empty, aching neediness he effortlessly created.
“No,” he said in a sharp tone that had her obeying while, the throbbing in her clit intensified. “I told you not to move, and when you come, you’re going to know it’s me who brought you there.”
A moan escaped her lips, and she flushed in embarrassment.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said, his hands moving to her other breast, giving it the same diligent treatment, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching her face as her hips bucked forward.
“I think it’s time I find out if you taste as good as I imagined.” He leaned down and sucked one distended nipple into his mouth.
Stars exploded in front of her eyes, and the ragged sound that escaped from her throat surprised even her. “Ian, please,” she begged, gripping his arm in her hand.
“Back in place,” he snapped, and her hands immediately hit the wall once more.
She wanted to touch him, hoped he’d allow her later. For now? He’d barely played with her breasts, and already she knew she’d do anything he demanded if only he’d give her the orgasm she desperately needed.
“Good girl,” he said, turning his attention to her next breast. “Is this what you need?” He bit gently on her nipple, and a full-body tremor shook her so hard she was surprised her knees didn’t give way.
“Holy shit,” she muttered, eliciting a dark laugh from him before he licked around the throbbing peak.
“I have a question,” she managed to ask.
He stroked her cheek with one hand, his touch so gentle and caring he took her breath away. “Ask away.”
“Do I?”
“Do you what?” Ian asked, surprised by the hesitancy in her tone.
She swallowed, the muscles in her neck moving up and down, making Ian want to growl and mark her there. Something about this woman
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