Cuffs - Cara Lockwood Page 0,27

He kissed her again, and she felt her spine melt into a puddle, felt her bones turn to gelatin. Eventually she had enough power to guide him into her bedroom, and he went. She flicked on a bedside lamp as she sat on her own soft bed, which took her weight with a protesting creak.

Mags tugged the buttons on his shirt, frustrated that there were so many. She just wanted the man’s clothes off. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, wanted the electric current of his body against hers. Mags had never known she needed something so much, had never felt so...vulnerable...as she did right now, her hunger growing in her like a fire, the flames licking her earlobes, threatening to consume her. This would normally be the time her mind would roam—her thoughts would be half here, on the man in her bed, and half at her studio, or making up a to-do list. But Gael commanded all of her attention, every fiber of her being as she got his shirt off and saw his wide expanse of chest. Skin she knew was soft, her mark on his right shoulder, the bandage still in place. She reached up and kissed him and then broke away.

His green eyes studied her, and she felt as if he could see right through her, see to the burning flame of desire he’d lit inside her, just for him. God, she wanted him. She felt the soft bed beneath her. She just wanted him to join her there.

“Tell me what to do. Order me,” she panted, her voice barely a whisper as she asked for what she needed.

He took a step back. Was he not going to play? Was he going to run for the door? She hoped not. Was the role play too much? Had she gone too far? Then came his voice.

“Get up.” The command in it, the strength, made her knees shake with want. She stood, powerless to do anything else. There it was: the set line of his jaw, the determined look in his eye. God, so damn sexy. This was all she ever wanted. A man to be...in control. To not be afraid of her. And he wasn’t the least bit afraid of her.

“Take off your shirt.”

White-hot want moistened the thong beneath her tights. Yes, she thought. I’m yours to command. She tugged on the corner of her T-shirt and lifted it over her head, hands trembling. She tossed it to the ground.

“Take off your bra.” His eyes gleamed with power. The power she was giving him. Delicious.

Her hands did as told, slipping off the straps. Unhooking the back and letting it fall to the ground. Cold air hit her nipples, making them rise. He studied them, a small smile of approval spreading across his face.

“Take off...everything else.” His voice, the strength in it, was going to make her come right there. She felt her legs quiver as she tugged off her tights and her thong. He slowly cased her full body, head to toe. She felt completely exposed. Completely at his mercy. And all she wanted to do was obey.

She loved it.

She spent her days being tough. At night she wanted to please. That was all she’d ever really wanted. Her lower back prickled with excitement. What would he tell her to do next? The endless possibilities made her tingle.

“Get on the bed.” She sat down, scooting back a little. Knees together, heart pounding in her chest. What next? Her mind bounced to a dozen different possibilities.

She watched as he undid his pants, and she watched, mesmerized, as he unzipped his fly. He pulled something—a square condom package—from his back pocket before he kicked off the pants. He slid down his underwear next, and she felt shock at the size of him—bigger than she’d expected, standing at attention, ready and willing. No wonder he was so damn egotistical. And no wonder he could give orders. With a cock like that, what woman wouldn’t obey?

A slow, wicked expression crept into his eyes. “Spread your legs,” he told her.

She did. Slowly. Never breaking his gaze. She saw the heat in his eyes, the want. Knew that as much as he worked to keep his voice steady, he wanted her as much as she wanted him. That seeing her splayed on the bed, at his mercy, was driving him as wild as her. Her heart thumped in her chest as she lay back on her elbows, legs spread, waiting