Power Trip(39)

“Green,” she said. For now. Until she understood why she enjoyed playing these games with him.

His grin was fierce as he pulled on gloves. “Bare your breasts and push your pants down around your ankles.”

Calmness descended as she unhooked her bra and pulled her T-shirt above her breasts. Of course she was turned on. Her body remembered the phenomenal orgasms he’d given her and wanted more. Was how she got them really so important? She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to the floor. The air was cool in the lab, but exposing her body made her skin feel hot. The clear approval in his eyes warmed her too. She squeezed her hands into fists and waited.

“Beautiful,” he said as he touched her nipples.

The rubber of his gloves was smooth and cool. He pinched and a whimper broke from her throat—not because of the pain, but because her need was so sharp and sudden.

“Now you pinch your nipples, hard. Just like I did.”

She obeyed and whimpered again, feeling her pussy clench and grow wet. She shivered as he knelt between her thighs. He gazed between her legs, making a hot blush spread over her body.

He glanced up, watching her squeeze her nipples. “Keep pinching. Don’t take your fingers away from your breasts.”

With one hand, he held her open while the other explored her folds. His fingers slid through her wetness, pressed into her body. He leaned close, teasing her with his breath while he traced circles around her throbbing clit. The warm brush of air was almost enough to push her over the edge. She pressed forward.

“Not yet,” he said. “Wait.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. Wait? How in hell? She forced her mind away from what he was doing to her and thought about the first thing that came to mind—work. She tried to picture the anomalous sequence of base pairs she and Jake carried, but couldn’t concentrate, distracted by his relentless stroking. Adenine, thymine, guanine, cytosine, she chanted in her head, but it was no use. She didn’t want to be thinking about DNA while his fingers spiraled through her center.

How dare he make her feel so out of control and then demand she control herself? Irritated, she opened her eyes, intending to push his hand away, maybe even storm out of the lab, but she hesitated, confused by the look on his face.

His gaze was heated and reverent. Tender. His lips curved in a slight smile as he kneeled in front of her. He looked peaceful and happy. Of course he does—he’s in control.

Unless she said red.

The word hovered on her tongue.

But she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Watching him touch her, she didn’t feel angry anymore. She felt powerful.

Her slight gasp made him look up at her. The blue of his eyes intensified. She stared, feeling connected to him by more than his hand on her body. His finger, still circling her clit, slowed, almost stopped, but her arousal grew. She felt like her body was melting around him while his caress focused her attention on the ecstasy coursing through her body.

“You may come now.” His fingers compressed her clit, once, a forceful squeeze that sent ecstasy rushing into every part of her body. Her head fell back and her fingers tightened painfully around her nipples. She felt her hips buck, seeking more touch to prolong the spasms that racked her body. He gave it to her with his knuckles, dragging them against her, drawing shudders from her body.

Aftershocks made her knees feel weak and she was glad to feel his hands on her hips, supporting her, turning her around. Her eyes drifted shut as he bent her over the lab table.

“Hands in front of you. Do not move.” The command in his voice sent tingles down her spine. The table was cold against her breasts and belly. Arousal, barely abated, raced through her again. She arched her back and spread her legs apart, so eager for his entry she was screaming.

Wait, she wasn’t screaming. The alarm was going off again.

Cal cursed. “We’ve got company.”





“Moving in?” Cal opened the front door, hoping Jake wouldn’t notice his hard-on.

Jake thrust a backpack into his hands. “I thought Audrey might want some clothes.”

“You went to her place? Did you get in and out okay?”

Jake’s expression was grim. “Does mind-fucking two guys who jumped me coming out of her apartment count as okay?”

“I’m gonna say no to that. You didn’t get followed, did you?”

Even with the shades, Cal could tell Jake was rolling his eyes. “Please.”

Cal left the backpack in the hall and led Jake into the kitchen, where he washed his hands, picked up the knife and began chopping vegetables again.

“Where’s Audrey?” Jake asked, dropping onto a stool.

“Right here.” She came up the last step and shut the basement door behind her.