Traded(52)

Gently peeling away the washcloth, she examined the cuts, the heat from her hands warming the cold skin, and all I could think about was those delicate fingers wrapped around my cock.

“Elena.”

Her eyes darkened but she made no move to touch me. Not once since the first time I tasted her lips had she taken the lead. Probably another fucked up thing her husband taught her.

I plunged my hands into her hair, ignoring the pain, and captured her lips with mine. The taste of strawberry mingled with the flavor of whiskey on my tongue and her hands slipped up my chest, stopping there.

Nipping at her bottom lip, I sat back on my heels and began unbuttoning my dress shirt. Her breath hitched when I popped the last one and pulled the shirt off, dropping it to the floor. Elena’s hand came forward, abruptly stopping and dropping to the bed. I caught the longing in her gaze before her eyes shifted away from me.

“Put your hands on me, Elena.”

Her head jerked up. Questioning eyes caught mine. Taking her hand from the bed, I placed it on my chest. Her eyes rounded and I needed to know how deep it went. “You’ve never touched a man?”

Her head shook, eyes filling with moisture. “Not like this. I wasn’t . . . wasn’t allowed. Dominic told me where to touch.”

Fuck.

Her hand trembled under mine as I held it against my body. Without breaking eye contact, I told her, “That man doesn’t deserve anything other than someone’s fist or a fucking branding iron. I want your hands on me anytime you want to put them on me. Unless I have you tied up.” I leaned forward and licked her quivering bottom lip. “And then, that’s only because I want to bring you to heights of unmatched pleasure.”

She moaned at my words, the sound going straight to my cock. Her body responded to me but I had a feeling if I let go she’d take her hands back, and that wasn’t happening. Using my own to guide her, we traced over the skin of my chest. I let her explore without fear. My muscles jumped when her hands grazed over my nipples. It took all of my self-restraint to keep from bucking my hips, afraid of destroying the progress we were making. Not to mention the fact I found the whole situation erotic.

When her hands continued to explore on their own, I moved mine to remove my belt and open the button on my pants. Freeing my dick, I breathed a sigh of relief. Pulling a few fast strokes, I noticed Elena’s hands had once again frozen, her eyes wide but she didn’t look shocked.

She looked aroused.

I took hold of her hand again, guiding it down my body. Our hands reached my cock and I bent forward, close to her ear.

“Touch me.”

If felt weird to have those words roll of my tongue, yet for some reason they felt right.

Her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft and stroked lightly. Everything about it was tentative, but that just made it so—much—better. Sensation traveled everywhere, igniting a firestorm in my body and the desire to flip her to her back and plunge into her over and over again surged through me. Gritting my teeth, I kept my ass rooted to the bed.

Tonight was about Elena.

Tonight, she was in control.

Hooded, molten brown eyes watched me, her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her breathing keeping time with each stroke. Our bodies were in sync. The atmosphere in the room turned electric, and something flipped in her gaze, and when she leaned forward and for the first time kissed me there was no way I could keep my hands completely to myself. Cupping her face, I tilted her head to gain better access to her mouth.

Passion ignited and she pushed me back onto the bed, and a low growl rumbled up my throat. She pulled back from the kiss and I opened my eyes to find hers wide, her fingers pressed to her lips.

“I—”

“Don’t stop now.”

I guided her back down. Our lips connected and the heat returned.

Suddenly she sat up again but when I opened my mouth to protest she covered my mouth with her finger. I stilled and waited for her to make her next move. Her hands went to the hem of her nightie, pulling the skimpy material over her head and letting it drop to the floor. Her panties quickly followed.

I lunged off the bed, removing the rest of my clothing and grabbing a condom from the drawer. Taking her hand, I placed the foil in her open palm and closed her fingers over it. Her nose scrunched.

“Tonight is about what you want. I want you to take control.” To show her I was serious I lay back on the bed, hands behind my head.

Her eyes searched mine. “And if I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself?”

I laughed, my dick bobbing against my stomach with the movement. “Oh sweetheart, I have no intention of keeping my hands or any other part of my body to myself. I simply want you to take you lead. If you haven’t noticed,” her eyes followed mine as they ran down my body towards my cock, “everything you’ve done up to this point has me harder than nails.”