“I am. Oh God, I am with you.” She met his gaze as he added a second finger. “What comes next?”
“I lick you until you come against my mouth.”
“Hmm,” she murmured, searching for the power to form words as his wicked touch brought her oh so close to an orgasm. “I like your plan. But it won’t work. I need your cock.”
“Is that a challenge?” he growled.
“It’s the truth.” She’d wanted him for so long. And now that they were here, touching exploring, naked—her not him, but she held on to her hope they’d get there too—she needed all of him.
“We’ll see about that.”
Desire rose up, threatening to take over her body as his fingers thrust into her. He continued his merciless strokes, back and forth, adapting his touch with every groan. His eyes remained focused on hers as if daring her to try and hide the fact that he’d delivered her to this point. Right now, Brody Summers owned her pleasure.
“You may want my cock, but you don’t need it,” he murmured. “Look at you, ready to come so hard. Kat, you’re stunning.”
His words coupled with the sincerity written in his intense gaze to push her over the edge. A take-no-prisoners orgasm swept over her, claiming all her senses.
“Don’t look away,” he said as her head leaned back.
She kept her eyes open, letting him see everything. The power of his touch, the awe at how his man took her by surprise—he made her feel so damn wanted. It was a fleeting feeling. She knew that. But with her arms bound, his fingers demanding all the pleasure she had to give, she clung to the foreign sensation.
“You win,” she gasped as the orgasm receded. Her hands pulled at her knotted shirt. “You can untie me now.”
Withdrawing his hand, Brody shook his head. “I’m not done with you yet. You can say no, but first—”
He dropped to his knees, one hand guiding her right leg over his shoulder. Balanced on one high-heel-clad foot, she wobbled. Her hands struggled to keep her from toppling over. His fingers wrapped around her hips, his broad shoulders pinning her against the door.
“Lean on me,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
His tongue replaced his hands, teasing the parts of her body still reeling from her orgasm, and all her rational thought slipped away.
TONIGHT WAS FILLED with firsts. First time he’d stripped to his underwear beside the hotel pool. First time he’d run his tongue over a woman whose last name he didn’t know. He’d had flings before, but never like this. Tonight the intensity was off the charts. And it was the first time he’d unleashed every last desire, tying a woman’s wrists allowing him to focus on her pleasure.
Judging from the look in her eyes when she’d come, Kat needed this too. Nothing holding him back from showing her how much he wanted to hear her scream his name again and again—
“Brody!”
He flicked his tongue over her, alternating the pressure. Savoring the taste of her, the feel of her smooth skin against his mouth, he held her tight. She was his. Beautiful, sexy Little Miss Perfect’s every cry, every moan, belonged to him right now.
Her hips bucked against his mouth, seeking more. He followed her lead, letting her rock against his tongue, allowing her to roll her hips. The leg resting on his shoulder tensed.
“Oh God!” She dug her heel into his back, her body shaking as she fell apart against his mouth.
His hand moved around to her back, squeezing her ass once. Releasing his hold as her cries echoed in the cramped entryway to his hotel, he reached for her hand. His fingers interlaced with hers.
Her climax peaked. The movement of her hips against his mouth slowed, and her cries died down as she gasped for air. Through it all he held her hand.
“Brody?” She slid her leg off his shoulder and turned, pulling her fingers free from his. With her perfect ass near his mouth, he was tempted to steal a taste.
“Untie me,” she demanded.
He stood and reached for the designer clothing holding her wrists together.
“Now,” she added, looking over her shoulder at him. “It’s my turn.”
He groaned, his cock pressing against his fly, begging to be released as her shirt fell to the floor. Whirling around, she reached for his crotch, pressing her palm against him.
“I think you’re going to like payback.” She gave his eager c