“Let me go.” She twisted her wrists uselessly. “Please.”
“Na-uh.” He blew hot breath on the wet fabric, and Mia felt the sensation deep inside her. “You may be cool and calm, Mia, but your nipples haven’t gotten that memo. They were hard just thinking of my touch, weren’t they?”
She was far from damn well cool or calm at the moment. She had to touch him. Had to feel the flex and stretch of his muscles under her mouth. No. To hell with that. She wanted his lovely penis inside her, and she wanted it there now. “Fuck you,” she panted as he tormented her to the point of distraction.
He laughed, then closed his teeth none too gently around her nipple. If he hadn’t been lying on top of her, Mia’s body would’ve broken in two as she arched. As it was, the pressure of his weight made her head thrash. Her fingers clenched around the wrought iron of the headboard, cutting into her skin.
“More,” she demanded, finding it hard to drag in enough air. She didn’t give a damn. More. More. Freaking more! Tugging at her bound wrists, she tried to break free so she could hold him where she needed him with both damn hands. The handcuffs, lined in luxurious mink, weren’t simply decorative. They were damned effective at keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
She growled low in her throat in frustration. “Missionary—anything—is just fine. . . .”
His breath was hot and humid as he kissed her belly, filling both hands with her butt. He licked a damp circle around her navel through the diaphanous fabric so that she shuddered. His tongue skimmed the rim, then she felt his hot breath there. Her hips shifted restlessly. Eyes squeezed shut, she tried to stave off the climax hovering on the very edge of her consciousness. She was this close, and he still hadn’t done anything. “N-now would b-be good.”
Not in any hurry, knowing exactly what he was doing, the son of a bitch took his sweet time. A habit of his. The glide of his mouth over the fine silk of her negligee felt as though he were drawing cool smoke across her heated body. Every nerve was sensitized, every muscle torqued tighter and tighter, and her head moved restlessly on the pillow as he kissed and licked his way down her body.
His open mouth explored her mound through the delicate fabric as he moved between her legs. His tongue explored the swollen damp seam until her head thrashed and she tried frantically to wiggle the fabric up her legs to give him free access. All it would take was one touch to her clit—anything inserted—and she’d melt into a puddle there and then.
He murmured “Uh-uh” against her heat, then bit lightly.
The cuffs rattled against the headboard as she bucked, trying to get him to get her nightgown the hell out of the way. “Do it. Please!”
The sharp nip of his teeth through the damp cloth at the juncture of her thighs made her cry out and arch her hips. Cruz ripped aside the thin fabric with hands and teeth.
Way past arousal, she was panting, her breath tight in her throat as liquid heat spread through her body. “That c-cost three hundred bucks.”
“Open your legs.”
“Dear God,” she said, complying, “you’re killing me. Just touch me. Even a finger will do the trick.”
He chuckled, but he didn’t touch. Fully clothed, he knelt in the V of her legs. “Knees up. Feet down. Do not come.”
“N-not?” Holy crap! He must be joking. She was teetering on the very edge of a precipice; all she needed was for him to breathe on her, and she’d topple over the edge.
Mia had never been shy in bed. Never been modest when naked in front of her few-and-far-between lovers. Now, though, with his eyes intensely focused on her sex, with no more than moonlight lighting the room, and a sheer bit of fabric, she felt too exposed. Worse. Vulnerable.
She didn’t realize that she had hesitated until he roughly shoved her legs in the position that he wanted them. Her first instinct was to close her knees but he had his hands there, making it impossible.
With her hands bound over her head and her legs immobilized, all she could do was watch him studying her damp folds. She started to come, and he wasn’t doing anything but look. She felt the tightening of the first climax twist her body, and tried to keep her eyes open to watch him as it wound through her body, making her back arch and her body pulse frantically for release.
“Did you hear what I told you?” His voice was flat and harsh, his eyes so dark, so intense, she was sure they’d burn a hole in her skin. “Don’t come until I give you permission.”
“Fuck you.”
“I won’t fuck you if you come.”
“Then use your fingers, damn you. Anything. Touch me, damn you.”