Somebody's Wife: The Jackson Brothers, Book 3 by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully Page B

her for very long, but this time she’d do it for as long as she wanted. Then she’d climb on top to ride him. At her own pace, fast or slow, well, she liked to start out slow, then fast. Usually, Mitch let her do it for a while, but in the end, he’d flip her over onto her back and pound. Which was nice, very nice, but...she wanted to be in control.
    His footsteps stopped in the doorway. When she turned, he stood, feet spread, the wineglass hanging heedlessly in his fingers. Then he raised it to his lips and sipped, his gaze on the handcuffs at each post on the bed.
    “What would my mom say if she knew you were into bondage?”
    Connie smiled. “She suggested them.”
    His eyes went wide for a moment, then one side of his mouth quirked. “Liar.” He winked. “I like that you thought it up all on your own.”
    He hadn’t said a word about the money she’d spent.
    “Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” she ordered.
    He twirled the glass in his hand, looked from the cuffs, to her, to the blindfold, then back to the cuffs. “I think you’d look better in fuzzy blue.”
    She shook her head. “No. They’re for you. You can use them on me later.”
    He toed off his shoes, left them in the doorway, then sauntered to the end of the bed, and focused on the coverlet as if something lay on it.
    “You know what I see in my mind’s eye?”
    “No.”
    “I see you. Blindfolded. Naked. Spread-eagled.” He leaned forward, one hand on the brass stead.
    Her heart raced. She could see it, too. She could feel his words as if he were touching her as he spoke.
    “I see your pretty pink pussy. It is so beautiful and so wet. It’s begging me to kiss it. Lick it. Suck it.”
    He turned slowly, capturing her gaze with his. She saw her own reflection in his eyes, felt her breath trying to push past her throat, and tingled with a thrill that drenched her pussy.
    “And when you start to come, I’m going to hold you down. I’m going to lick you until you can’t help but scream, until it’s so freaking intense that tears come to your eyes, until you think one more second and you’ll die from the pleasure. And then I’ll lick you some more.”
    Her mouth had gone dry. It hurt to swallow. She didn’t recognize the huskiness of his voice or the heat in his eyes, as if another man had taken his place, as if she were the most important thing in the world to him. As if he wanted this so badly, he’d sacrifice anything to have it.
    Connie couldn’t have done a thing to resist him.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    Without another word, he reached out and slid one spaghetti strap down her arm. All she wore was the thin cotton dress, no panties, no bra. He pushed the other strap off her shoulder. The bodice caught on her breasts, her almost painfully hard nipples. Eyes locked with hers, he put one finger in the center of the neckline and tugged the dress down.
    Hot, breathless, wet, achy, she felt as if his gaze consumed her. This was brand new, as if they were first-time lovers when the heat and the need were all fresh and untried. When she couldn’t wait for his touch or the sound of his voice. When she’d go mad if he didn’t take her right this minute.
    The dress fell past her breasts. His finger continued the trail across her abdomen, but with the zipper fastened, the material wouldn’t go over her hips. And still he gazed at her.
    Tipping the wineglass to her lips, he let her sip the sweet wine, then he whispered a command. “Undo it.”
    She couldn’t help herself. The wine went to her head. She unzipped because he told her to, then pushed the dress past her hips, letting it flutter to the carpet.
    “Get on the bed.”
    She wanted, needed, to do whatever he said. She climbed onto the bed, hands and knees first, her bottom facing him. Then she flopped to her side, turned, and looked at him.
    “Now lay down and spread your legs and arms.” With a touch, he directed her to lay width-wise, so the bedstead didn’t obstruct