Sweeter Than Honey by Delilah Devlin

lifted her breasts and drew his gaze down again. “I’m not. At least I know where I stand. Now I don’t have to worry about holding anything back or wondering if you’ll still respect me in the morning.”
    He tugged the ropes around his wrists—more for something to alleviate some of his frustration—but he felt a slight slackening. His heartbeat thudded slowly, pounding in his ears when he realized he could free himself, turn the tables on her and have her completely at his mercy. Honey had thrown down the gauntlet, giving him the right to have her when she’d taken him and tempted him with her sweet little mouth. She hadn’t thought to tie his feet—big mistake. “What do you have planned for me?”
    Her gaze was direct. “No plans. I’m just feeling my way.”
    She’d said that before when she’d shyly caressed his cock in the jailhouse. He wondered how experienced she really was. First, he’d give her one last chance to keep this on equal footing. “Wouldn’t this work better if you untied my hands?”
    She shook her head. “Not until we’re well past the point of no return. I might never work up the nerve to do something like this again. I don’t want you hauling back on the reins while I’m still raring to go.” Then she sucked a breath between her lips and sat up, letting him see exactly what she wasn’t wearing beneath her corset.
    Air hissed between his teeth, and his whole body tightened. The corset reached only to the notches of her hips, below stretched another creamy expanse of bare flesh and a triangle of dark reddish hair.
    “Just so you know. I didn’t dress this way for you,” she whispered.
    His gaze lifted to her face and he saw a hint of vulnerability in the stubborn tilt of her chin. A pang struck him in his chest. “Then why?” he asked, his voice rough as sandpaper.
    “I have my own fantasies, Sheriff. Things I want to learn. I figured since the ladies were so kind to give me this gift, I’d take my fill.”
    Ladies? Honey wasn’t responsible?
    Still, she’d accepted their gift. Seemed to be enjoying the fruits of their ill-gotten gain. He could be merciful—after he saw to her education . Clawing need settled in his loins. He strained against the ropes, and they gave a little more. Perhaps it was a good thing he’d awoken bound. If he had his hands on her now, he’d flip her on her back and crawl right inside her. He’d show her how well he’d fill the pretty little quim she’d flashed.
    He drew a deep breath, seeking to calm his galloping heart. Inside, his whole body was well past primed for lovemaking. He was so hard, he ached.
    He’d have her now, make her just as hot and hurting, make her beg for release before he’d work himself inside her body, stroking her inner walls, tunneling so deep, thrusting so hard she’d be a wild thing in his arms.
    Only he didn’t think he’d last that long the first time. He needed to come now, needed his mind free of his own painful need before he saw to building hers.
    Could he talk her into stroking him to completion? “Honey, I don’t suppose your fantasies include watching a man come?”
    She blinked and then her gaze dropped back down to his cock. “Why would I want to waste this watching you…spend yourself?”
    “Don’t you think I can get it up again?”
    “You can do that?” Her surprise seemed genuine.
    What kind of men had she been with before? “I promise I can. And I’ll be more cooperative, see to your needs if you’ll just help me out here first.” As she hesitated, he added, “Have you ever seen a man explode?”
    She shook her head, but he could see he’d sparked her curiosity. She narrowed her eyes and bit one side of her lip. “How would you like me to proceed?”
    “You were doing just fine before, but I need to lift my hips and push into your mouth.”
    “I see.” But she didn’t move.
    “If you’ll slip your knees between my legs, I can dig my heels into the mattress for