Lion's Dangerous(Kings of the Jungle #1)(40)

Holding her defiant gaze, he patted his thigh. "Come here."

Lily produced a tube of lip gloss from her cleavage and painted her lips ruby, studying him all the while. After, she shook her head slightly and sat on the sofa opposite him.

"You come here." Perched on the edge of a cushion, she spread her legs wide and planted the spikes of her heels. The crotch of her panties parted, displaying pink flesh through the slit.

Holy. Fuck. Her underwear would kill him. "I don't take orders, Lily. I'm not a bottom," he said, somehow retaining his composure despite the punch of hunger in his gut. If this was a contest to decide whose will was stronger, it was a game he meant to win.

Her shrug didn't surprise him. She wanted to win, too, and the stakes were higher for her.

"Suit yourself," she said. "But we both know how bad you want to fuck me now after denying yourself last night."

After saying her piece, she closed her eyes and eased back against the sofa's burgundy cushions. Pale hands, black-tipped fingers-she spread them across her abdomen and lower, teasing her pussy through the damn opening in her panties. Smooth and silky, her bare lips smiled at him through the tempting slit.

Jude's cock twitched. He disregarded the eager length and leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees. "I don't take orders, Lily. Show me your clit."

After a split second's hesitation, she parted the fabric and slid her middle finger deep. His breath caught and pulse quickened as she withdrew and speared herself with a second finger. The long, sleek muscles of her inner thighs tensed and relaxed and he vividly remembered the tight, wet contraction of her flesh around his fingers. But she didn't give him what he wanted. Instead, she hid the tiny bud beneath the heel of her palm.

"Lily." Need roughened his voice to a growl.

"No," she said, forceful and clear despite the quiver he noted in her thighs. "I'm in control today. Not you, and not some prick who sneaks around in the dark. Screw your 'I don't take orders' bullshit. If you want something, you come get it on my terms. So you come here. Come here and lick me."

He tore his gaze from her playing fingers and met her steady, direct eyes. Determination blazed in the blue depths. Determination to conquer fear. He inhaled. He'd never been interested in her perpetuating fear. Throwing the game, he stood and closed the narrow distance between them. She watched him come, her fingers motionless between her legs.

"Stop there. You've seen me," she said, halting his approach. "I want to see you."

"We're face-to-face." But he knew what she wanted. Pulling his shirt from his pants and over his head, he gave again. Nakedness was weakness and the more vulnerable he was, the safer she felt.



       
         
       
        

Lily rewarded him for surrendering. Her eyes softened, sharing some of the hunger she hid.

"More," she said. "You've seen all of me."

"Your definition of 'all' needs some work, sweetheart." He unbuckled his belt for her greedy stare. Stripteases weren't in his usual repertoire of moves, but the flush creeping across the rounded tops of her breasts made him file it away for a possible repeat.

Jude lowered his zipper. Straightening, she brushed his hands aside and dragged his pants down his hips.

"Oh." Her surprised puff of breath greeted his flesh. "Oh. That's unexpected."

While she blinked at his uncircumcised cock, Jude tugged her hairband down the long, thick length of her ponytail. The ink-and-electric-blue strands spilled silkily over her shoulders.

"I love your hair." Something inane to distract him from the cool slide of her fingers over his head, down his shaft.

She quickly figured out the utility of his foreskin and he hissed a curse as she wrapped her fist around him and worked the sheath up to his sensitive crown, down to the base. Jude wound her hair around his hand and tugged, urging her head back until their eyes met. Her fingernails pricked the taut surface of his balls, a silent reprimand for his controlling move. He bore the consequence without complaint.

"Let go," he said, "if you want me to eat you. Otherwise I'm going to come on your pretty face."

"You had better control last night." She rolled his sac in her palm and squeezed gently.

"That was last night. Let go."

"Fine. Get on your knees and make me come." She released his hot flesh and reclined once more, challenge returning to her eyes.

The lion alternately loved and hated her bid for dominance. It was only admiration for a strong female-his strong female-that led the beast to step aside so Jude could comply with her demand.