Wicked Secrets (Men of Discovery Island 3) - Page 58

He didn’t disappoint. He set a condom on the counter and stepped up behind her. The rasp of denim against her bare thighs was followed by the hardness of his thighs as he shoved his jeans and his boxers down. He ran his fingers down her spine, tracing the dimpled indentation above her butt, and she shivered. God, if he got her this worked up from such a simple touch, what would happen when he touched her elsewhere?

“Trust me.” Another command. Okay.

He kissed her neck, her ear, and the whole time his hands covered hers, holding hers in place. She could get free in a heartbeat, but his fingers threaded through hers were a reminder. She’d agreed he was in charge. She’d let him take control of her body, but she wanted fast, not slow.

“Tag—”

“I’m going to make sure you get exactly what you need.”

Please.

He transferred her left hand to his right, braceleting her wrists with one hand. With his other, he worked her shorts down, leaving her in just her tank top and panties.

“Pretty.” He ran a finger down the back of her panties until he circled her entrance. “But not as gorgeous as you.”

She groaned. “You talk too much.”

“And you need to learn to take your time.” Gently, he slid her panties down her thighs. “These are too lovely to ruin. I’d like to see you in them again.”

He pressed small kisses against her shoulder and down her spine as he worked her tank top up. Her bare, heated skin brushed the slick marble and she hissed.

“No bra. I like it.”

She liked it, too. She arched back against him, trying to capture his erection between her thighs.

“Nuh-uh. I’m not done playing with these.”

He thumbed her nipples as if he had all the time in the world, and she shuddered. His warm palms cupped the soft, tender swells, while his mouth explored her ear. “You remember our deal?”

“You’re going to have to remind me.”

She bumped against his erection again, hoping to hurry him up some.

“I’m setting the pace tonight. You’re taking orders, Sergeant.”

“Well, you might want to consider picking up the pace some, sailor, because parts of me are plotting mutiny.”

Her suggestion might have sounded better if she hadn’t gasped at the end. He leaned in closer, his dog tags brushing against the sensitive skin of her throat.

“Wider.” His leg pressing against her wet core made his next order shockingly clear. There was no hiding the sounds of wetness, because she was slick and needy for him.

He fingered her opening, spreading her juices around and then pushing inside.

“That feels so good.”

Oh, yeah. She gasped out something, and he added a second finger, pumping himself slowly in and out.

“More.” She needed more. His fingers weren’t enough.

“Greedy.” He nipped her ear lightly, and she bucked against him, taking him deeper. His thumb swept across her clit, and this touch felt even better, good enough to make her moan. He liked it just fine, too, because his erection was iron hard, rubbing against her butt, and the steam in her bathroom sure wasn’t all from her shower.

She could feel the spasms building low and deep, her clit starting to throb beneath his thumb. She pushed her fingers into the hard marble. She couldn’t touch him—or herself. Her skin was damp, her core tightening as he drove her closer to the edge.

He was killing her. “Now.”

And he was feeling merciless, because he chuckled, the raspy sound shooting straight to her core. “Mia, sweetheart, I make the rules tonight.”

* * *

MIA WASN’T A small woman, thank God, but his big hands nearly swallowed up her hips as he held her in place for his first thrust. Her skin was soft, her hip bones a tempting line he traced beneath his fingertips. Fast or slow—he didn’t know what he wanted, just that he wanted it all. With her.

She canted her butt out, the smooth globes brushing his erection. Oh, she knew what she did to him. She might have agreed to let him be in charge, but no way he was in control. Yeah, he lost it for this woman every time, and they both knew it. His cock ached for her, and his hands trembled as he tore open the condom and smoothed the latex down.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “Come back.”

He tapped her butt with his palm, enjoying her small outraged hiss. Her butt flexed, but she didn’t let go of the counter and she didn’t move. “Someone needs to learn to ask nicely.”

“We’ll work on that another night,” she gritted out. “Otherwise, I might have to kill you.”

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