His to Take (Wicked Lovers #9)(78)
Author: Shayla Black

“I don’t know. I need . . .”

“Want me to give you what you need?” he asked as he transferred his lips to her other nipple again, this time pinching the first in a relentless press.

She yelped, yet it felt so good. She wasn’t just drowning in pleasure; it was a riptide with a vicious undertow taking her farther and farther down.

“Yes. Please. Now.”

“I’m going to make this so fucking good.” The sharp edge of his teeth scraped her nipple again. “After I make you suffer a little.”

Suffer? She hadn’t asked for that. “What?”

“You told me earlier that you were in the mood to make me wait. I feel exactly the same.”

Before she could protest again, he dragged her bra strap down her arm, grabbed her hand, and shoved it over her head. Edging up her body, he grabbed something just above her. A second later, she felt soft but sturdy fabric grip her wrist. A clicking sound resounded in her ears.

“Cuffs?” The thought both terrified her and made her swoon.

“I want you totally at my mercy.”

Somehow, she doubted he’d have much. He’d overwhelmed her in nothing flat. She couldn’t wait for more.

“Say yes to me.” His hazel eyes bore into her, commanding her every bit as much as his dark voice.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Before she could even blink, he yanked the other strap down her free arm, then slung the lacy garment over one of the bedposts. She lay before him in nothing more than a small, sheer pair of panties and a nervous smile as he restrained her other wrist to the bed with a sure click.

Bailey’s heart leapt into her throat. Was she ready for this? Could she really handle him? Joaquin played like a fantasy in her head, but reality . . .

“Relax,” he murmured. “I’m going to be all over you. There won’t be an inch on your body that I haven’t touched when we’re done. But I won’t hurt you.”

Physically, she wasn’t worried. Emotionally? Was she that girl who couldn’t sleep with a guy without caring more than a little? Prom hadn’t counted really. She’d had a huge crush on Ryan and she’d been slightly tipsy. Buying into the fantasy that they were some dream, meant-to-be couple while she’d been trussed up in white and he’d worn a tuxedo had been awfully easy. Giving herself to Joaquin was something she’d chosen while stone-cold sober. Not for a moment did she imagine they had a future. Tonight, she could give in to the pleasure, give herself a reason to smile when winter turned the skies cold, and enjoy being touched by a man who knew his way around a woman. It was sex, pure and simple.

“I know.”

His gaze caressed her, reassuring and rewarding at once. Then his stare skittered down her body, caressing every trembling swell and every shadowy dip. He lingered on the stab of her nipples, still straight and swollen, all but begging. Joaquin dragged his fingertips down her skin in a light caress designed to make her shiver. Into his touch, she arched.

He cupped her breast, his palm swallowing her flesh. With a slow slide, he brushed his thumb over the tip. Bailey’s breath hitched. Her whole body tensed.

“Sensitive nipples. I love that. Boobs are great, but the point of them is the nipples—literally. I can’t wait to torture these and drench your little panties. Unless . . . Are you already wet, baby girl?”

With an inquiring brow raised at her, his fingers began the inevitable slide down her belly. The dim lighting had hidden the fact that he’d aroused the hell out of her—until now. All he had to do was get his fingers over that silk and he’d know how much he turned her on.

“Wait!”

He paused, his palm hovering just over her navel. “If you’re scared or upset, we’ll figure it out. If you’re hiding from me, that’s not going to fly. Do we have a problem?”

“I-I . . .” She blew out a breath. Bailey didn’t understand the panic washing through her. Wasn’t the point for him to arouse her so she could get wet and they could have sex? “No. Not a problem.”

“Perfect. Tell me to feel your panties.”

The low rumble of his voice, coupled with his mesmerizing gaze, compelled her. Letting him know that he’d aroused her gave him power. But she’d had underwhelming sex once. Now she wanted to be turned inside out.

Bailey swallowed, gathering her courage. “Feel them. T-touch me.”

Something in his expression gentled for an instant before his eyes narrowed and the predator in him came out to play. His fingertips made contact with her overheated skin again. She jolted at his touch. Every time he put a hand anywhere on her, she felt him all through her body. Why? How could he do that to her?