Blush(31)
He was a man of many talents
His lips twitched before he bent down to run his open mouth down her throat. “Do you want to pick another safe word?” he asked against her ear, voice amused. “Fucking get your hands off me is a bit long.”
“How about prick?”
“That’ll work.” Smile wicked, he straightened and pulled his T-shirt over his head. She’d had sex with him multiple times, but she’d never seen him naked. Mia’s heartbeat did a triple axel, and her mouth went dry.
Big, broad-shouldered, tanned, and with a sexy wedge of dark silky hair arrowing down to disappear into the waistband of his jeans, he was like something out of her deepest sexual fantasies.
Coiled power vibrated through him as he stood absolutely still. She wanted to stroke her fingers down those rock-hard abs, to free what pressed and pulsed behind the zipper of his jeans. His arms looked powerful, strong tendons snaked and twisted beneath his skin, bleached colorless in the moonlight.
Eyes black, mouth a thin line, he said, “Let’s see what you have to offer me tonight.” He tossed the sheet aside to get a full-length view.
The negligee she’d bought from a racy online catalogue was an absolutely plain tube. No ruffles, no embellishments. Just a simple, stretchy, sheer black sleeveless column clinging to every curve and valley, from throat to ankle.
Completely covered, her body was also completely exposed.
His gaze raked her from head to toe, and his smile turned superior and knowing. “Jesus. Better than naked. You expected me.”
“You or a close facsimile,” Mia teased, feeling giddy and breathless, and he hadn’t touched her yet. “The UPS guy stops work at seven. I got bored waiting.”
“I’m here to alleviate that boredom,” he assured her softly, still damn well not touching her. “How would you like it?”
The tight buds of her nipples were painfully hard, and she was already wet anticipating his touch. “There’s a menu?”
“Missionary-style? You on the bottom? Or me on the bottom?”
“Been there, done that.” She shifted restlessly, arms drawn above her head by the cuffs. “What else you got?”
“I can eat you until you scream and pass out with pleasure.”
“Scream and pass out?” She raised both eyebrows, practically panting with lust. “That sounds a bit braggy, but I’m willing to give that a try. Although I’d prefer to use my mouth on you.”
“You like to be in control.”
“Who doesn’t?”
She saw the gleam of mocking triumph glimmer in his eyes as he murmured thickly, “You’re not in control tonight, Mia mine.”
Chapter Six
She was not his, nor was she Mia, but those were minor points right now. She wanted him inside her. Now. “Are you toying with me like a cat with a mouse, or are you going to put your money where your mouth is?”
“Oh, I’m going to use my mouth all right.”
“Will you be done not doing anything by the time my first UPS delivery gets here in the morning?”
“Are you always such a chatty smart-ass in bed?”
“Only when my mouth isn’t otherwise occup—”
His mouth swooped down and crushed hers in a kiss that almost made her come there and then. It was wild and rough, a mating of mouths, teeth, and tongues, a mutual devouring that shocked her with its intensity.
The shudder that went through her body made her internal organs clench unbearably. Cruz Barcelona had some powerful sexual mojo.
One hand tangled in her hair, holding the back of her head in his palm, and the other swept in a rough, aggressive caress down her body to cup her mound. Her entire body felt like a giant sparkler lit up on the Fourth of July.
Mia found herself clasping her fingers together, wanting to use her hands on him, or herself, but¸ because of the cuffs, not having the capability. Cruz’s tongue lashed against hers, giving no quarter as he explored her mouth. His hand closed around her breasts as he bit her lower lip, then licked the small sting before delving back to explore her teeth and tongue.
He lifted his lips a quarter inch from hers. “Breathe.”
She couldn’t. His kiss was sucking up all the oxygen molecules in the room. Desperate to touch him, she tugged at the cuffs. The headboard rattled. “Highly overra—”
His mouth was hard, his tongue relentless, while he kissed her as if he’d die if he didn’t. At the same time he pinched her nipple between fingers that knew the exact amount of pleasure-pain to inflict to make her back arch. Mia’s erratic breathing was swallowed by the kiss.
His hand followed the curve of her breast, explored the indentation of her navel, then cupped the curve of her hip as his mouth left hers. Her lips attempted to cling to his, but he took that clever mouth exploring. Along her throat. Over the upper curve of her breast. Taking her nipple in his mouth, he sucked hard through the gossamer-fine fabric. Her hips arched off the bed, and her head thrashed between her raised arms.