Touch Me by Callie Croix

shiver rolled through her. “Yes.” Her voice was breathy, urgent. The sexy, tender way he took over made every inch of her skin sizzle.
    He sucked more firmly, pulling a liquid moan out of her as the sensation spread down into her belly and between her legs, settling in her throbbing clit. “Do you like being restrained?”
    She nodded, melting from the inside out. God, the thought of being bound and helpless with him was enough to make her combust.
    “You like being told what to do? Pretend to be forced?”
    A ribbon of shame slid through the haze of pleasure. Maybe her needs ran a little to the kinky side, but she wasn’t perverted or sick. She wasn’t.
    Alex raised his head and turned her face toward him with one hand. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Tia. So hot and sexy it makes me hard just thinking about doing all of that to you.” He reached up to take one of her hands from his head, guiding it down to his erection, already hard though he’d come only a little while ago.
    His words, the knowledge that he understood and respected her needs—was even turned on by them—shook her deep inside. She curled her fingers around the thick, hot length of him, reveling in the way his lids dropped down and the sexy growl he made. For years she’d blocked out this part of her, refused to let it out, and now she was desperate to express her sexuality the way she’d always longed to. To feel everything with Alex that she’d been denied for so long. She wanted all of that, right now. “Alex…”
    With a slow smile, he lowered his head to kiss her. She twined her arms and legs around him, dying to feel his weight, his warmth. But he pulled away and shook his head. “Lie still.”
    The breath backed up in her lungs. His eyes practically glowed in the dimness. Staring up into his shadowed face, she released him and lay back against the pillow, letting the delicious anticipation slide through her veins. Her heart thrummed hard against her ribs, dying to find out what he would do to her.
    Alex rose to his knees and straddled her legs, shook his head in wonder. “Your curves are sexy.”
    She felt sexy. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful and feminine, and she loved him for it because it was real. He really meant it.
    He kissed her, his lips caressing hers with such tenderness it brought tears to her eyes. This wasn’t just sex. It went so much deeper than that for her. Did it for him too? If not, how was she going to put herself back together if he broke her heart after this?
    “I want you so much,” he whispered against her mouth.
    “Then take me,” she urged, pulling at his uninjured shoulder to bring his weight atop her.
    Alex groaned and kissed her, then twisted to the side to shuck his jeans and underwear. He fished a condom from his wallet and smoothed it down his rigid length before stretching out on top of her. She moaned at the feel of his weight pressing her into the bed. Her entire body sighed in relief, but when she started to slide her arms around him he grabbed her hands and anchored them to the mattress on either side of her head. His eyes held a wicked glint as he held her there, his grip at once firm but careful.
    The sensation of being held down by such a powerful, sexy man lit up every nerve ending in her body. Currents of electricity crackled over her skin, made her gasp.
    “You like that,” he said softly.
    “Yeah.”
    “That’s good, querida , because I love seeing you helpless underneath me.”
    Heat flooded her pussy. She twisted her hands experimentally, but he held her fast. That easy show of strength made the pulsing between her legs worse. She squirmed beneath him, rubbing against the hard planes of his body to find relief. When the head of his erection lodged against her slick opening, she caught her breath.
    A slight smile curved his mouth. “I’ll torment you some other time, but right now I’m so fucking turned on I might die if I don’t slide into your sweet