He didn’t know what to expect from her, but her cupping his face with her hands and drawing their heads close together wasn’t it.
“Thank you for taking me to Purgatory. The fact you wanted to give me the experience I’d missed out on before I—”
She didn’t finish the sentence, but she didn’t have to. Before she was arrested hung in the air between them.
“Let’s just say no one has ever done something like that before.”
The sadness in her voice broke his resolve. He closed his lips over hers, stealing the kiss he needed more than breath. He roamed his hands over her hips, lifting the fabric of her dress until he found skin. A groan filled his head. As good as she’d looked in the gorgeous dress it couldn’t compete with her nudity.
His choice would be to keep her hidden and naked all the time. Naked so he could touch, love or paint her any time he wanted and hidden so the cruel outside world could never touch her. There was always someone out there waiting for the right time to do something very bad. Tucker shook that idiotic though from his mind. Just because he was jaded didn’t mean she had to be.
“Will you fuck me now?” Her kiss-swollen lips mesmerized him. So pink and puffy. Which of course reminded him of her pussy.
“Only if you tell me why.”
Her shoulders sagged and the look of fear flashed again through her eyes before she looked away from him.
“Don’t do that. Look at me and be honest. I’m not going to be upset by anything you want, darlin’.” He cupped her chin and turned her to face him. “Say it.”
“You are a mean man, Tucker Lewis. I want to know what it feels like to have both. Okay?”
“One dick in your ass and one in your pussy?”
The look of horror in her eyes made him smile. It baffled him how easily words embarrassed someone whose livelihood depended on both written and verbal communication.
“Fine. Yes. Are you happy now?”
Tucker arched his brow. He loved feisty, but she had a way of pushing him that went too far. Tucker grabbed her hair and slowly pulled her head back until she arched back as much as nature allowed. The slim line of her pale neck made him lean forward and nip at the tender skin followed by a slow lick toward her right ear. Her resulting shiver made him smile inside.
He firmly pinched one of her nipples, waiting for her gasp. Her arms jerked, coming up to grab his arms and the hand in her hair tightened, assuring he had her fully restrained. “No more games, Maggie. You’ll do only what I want. What I give you permission to. Because that’s what you want isn’t it?”
*
Maggie swallowed hard against the jolt of sensation across her clit. Part of her wanted to say no, but they’d both know that was a lie. She wanted this man with a passion she hadn’t felt in so very very long. The idea of him taking what he wanted made her insides quiver and her pussy crazy wet. The feeling of her body being stretched to his will thrilled her. It was so damned freeing.
The pressure at her nipples intensified until holding in her reaction was no longer possible.
“Tucker,” she whined.
“Really? That’s what you’re going to call me now?”
“No, Sir,” she breathed through the flare of pain he inflicted moments before he released her and bent to take the aching flesh in his mouth.
Oh shit.
The lash of his tongue felt like heaven. Soft, wet and wonderfully warm. She sighed. Between the fiery fire and the building hunger she stood on the precipice of insanity.
“You’re driving me crazy, angel. Have been for days, since all I can think about is your creamy flesh, or your soft hair.” He tugged her head, gently this time. “All I want is to be inside you.”
“Yes, please. Please,” she begged.
His mouth latched onto her breast and sucked hard, sending a series of shivers down her arms and making goosebumps spring up. She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Tucker,” she pleaded.
“I don’t think so, Maggie.” His tone deepened, the dark warning a quick reminder she’d forgotten again to address him properly.
She breathed deeply. “Sir… It doesn’t feel like enough. I—I don’t know. Not intimate enough.” Vaguely aware she sounded like a ridiculous adolescent she still couldn’t let it go.
He pulled back and left her breast wet and aching, her surrounding flesh still on fire from his nips. “Maybe you should try Master.”
Her body shuddered but he held fast and she could not lift her head and look at his eyes no matter how much she struggled. Her eyes burned as a flood of emotion worked through her. It was too hard to think straight.
“M—Master,” she tested the word on barely a breath.