Full Throttle (Fast Track #7)(47)
Author: Erin McCarthy

She seemed particularly fascinated by his abdominal muscles, brushing back and forth over them in a way that was causing him to count backward in his head to hold on to his control. She was inches above his waistband. And he was well aware of the fact that she hadn’t touched his c**k yet. But he wasn’t going to allow it now.

He set her away from him. “Take off your sweater.”

Without hesitation, Shawn complied, though she looked disappointed to have her exploration interrupted. “Put your hands in your pockets,” he told her, wanting to heighten her arousal, to tease her.

Color rose in her cheeks and she looked on the verge of protesting, but instead, she dropped her sweater on the floor and slowly pushed her hands into the front pockets of her jeans, her tongue moistening her bottom lip. She seemed to recognize that sometimes initial denial created greater satisfaction in the end. That it felt good to play his game.

He wanted to heighten her anticipation until she was beside herself with want, until nothing would ever satisfy her until he pounded his c**k inside her.

So he kissed her, a teasing slow kiss that he took his time with, his hand in her hair, his tongue stroking a response out of her. He liked the way their hips rested near each other, but not entirely touching. Likewise with her chest on his. Her bent elbows prevented them from coming completely in contact with each other.

“You’re such a good kisser,” he murmured, because she was. So many women wanted to press, then pull back, press, then pull back. They didn’t want to dig in to the kiss, to commit to it, to find that the tangle of tongues and breath and desire has its own appeal. Shawn opened herself to his kiss, and he appreciated that.

“Thank you,” she said, her lips shiny, eyes slumberous. “I don’t think anyone has ever told me that.”

“That’s because they were idiots. You make a man want to kiss you all night and then start again in the morning.” He did. He wanted to disappear inside her kiss, lose himself in her warmth, her taste, her willingness.

“Whatever you want,” she told him, the sincerity almost bringing him to his knees.

Shawn got what he craved. She understood it. That he didn’t want a woman to kowtow to him, to do what he wanted out of fear, that he wanted her to do it out of trust, out of the understanding that her surrender would bring them both more pleasure than they’d thought possible.

“There’s something really very perfect about you, Shawn.” He rubbed both her ni**les to tight peaks with his thumbs, enjoying the dilation of her eyes and the lazy backward tilt of her head, her hips reaching for his. “I want you to know that there is nowhere I’d rather be than right here, right now.”

“I feel the same way. I didn’t expect to, but I do.”

“Good.” Rhett kissed her neck, the curve of her breast. He sucked at her ni**les through the satin of her bra, first one, then the other. He trailed his tongue down her belly, dipping into the depression of her belly button, enjoying the little jerk she gave. Moving lower, he scraped his teeth on the fabric of her jeans, knowing she would want to grab his head, guide him to the perfect location. That she would want to thrust herself onto him.

The whimper she gave was evidence he was right. “Would you like to touch me?” he asked her, murmuring against her clitoris, his breath hot on her jeans.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“No,” he told her, pulling the zipper down and flicking his tongue inside.

This moan was more pronounced and she shifted on her feet.

She was wearing cotton panties, already damp with her arousal, and it was easy to soak the fabric with his tongue and wiggle his way to the swollen button. He popped the snap on her jeans so the waistband would slide farther apart, giving him more depth to his invasion, but still containing her hands in the pockets. Spurred on by the sounds she was making, which were growing increasingly desperate, Rhett peeled her panties down from the top and sucked on her clit.

Shawn let out a cry of ecstasy, which turned to despair as he snapped the panties back in place and stood back up. He took her hands out of her pockets. She watched him with hooded eyes, her breathing labored, cheeks and chest flushed pink. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he undid the catch, then jerked her bra down her arms before moving behind her and tugging her wrists back toward him. He tied her hands together with the bra and let them rest on the curve of her ass.

When he shifted in front of her again, he asked in a tight voice, “Okay?” He didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.

She nodded, swallowing hard. Her br**sts were pert and tempting, her hair tumbling into her eyes, her lips slightly parted. Her jeans were sliding a little on her hips, giving him a tantalizing view of her stomach and hip bones. There was something demure, coy, about the tilt of her head, her gaze meeting his from under her lashes. Goose bumps raced across her arms.

He suddenly wanted to devour her. He wanted to eat and bite and lick every inch of her. He wanted to lose control and consume her with his lust, to take and tear them both apart with frantic passion. Knowing he couldn’t unleash the full force of his sexual need, he settled for biting her earlobe, his teeth sinking in deep enough that he heard her gasp in pain. He didn’t want to hurt her. It brought him back under control, just as he had known it would. He soothed his actions with soft kisses and murmured words of nothing, his fingers teasing into her panties, enjoying the warm, wet welcome he received when he drove two fingers deep inside her.

“Shh,” he said when she gave a whimper, her hands jerking instinctively against the restraints.

He swallowed any further protests with a kiss as he coaxed and teased pleasure from her, seeking her G-spot. When he found it, sliding across the sensitive spongy spot, she jerked again, her mouth breaking away from his, her forehead resting on his shoulder as she fought against an orgasm. He could feel her muscles straining, feel the tightness of her ni**les against his chest, hear her ragged breathing. She had remembered to wait, and that gave him immense satisfaction.

“Do you need to come?” he murmured in her ear, enjoying the brush of her lips on his shoulder.

“No,” she whispered.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes. And no.”

Holding the back of her head, he slowed down his stroking, not wanting her to tumble into an orgasm. “Which is it?”

“Of course I want to. But I also know it will feel good to be driven crazy.”

That was his girl. “Then we’ll go with door number two. Because Shawn, you’re right. It will feel good when I drive you crazy. You’re going to scream my name before we’re finished.”