Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,65

they'd done triggered her panic. He'd wanted to test her boundaries, and it was time.

Running his hands down her shoulders, he lightly gripped her wrists and held them with one hand behind her. She stilled, but didn't object. Carefully, he rolled them so she was on her back and her hands trapped between her and the mattress. He held her wrists in place. Propping himself up on his other elbow, he rose over her and looked in her eyes.

She swallowed hard, gaze roaming his face.

"Okay, baby?"

His heart beat out of his chest when she nodded.

***

With her arms trapped behind her, Raven's breasts thrust forward, her back arched, and her hard nipples brushed against Noah's broad chest. Her pulse hummed, her heart pounding. There was a trace of apprehension under the surface but, mostly, she was aroused. Curious.

Still holding her wrists, Noah reached for the whipped cream and spread a generous amount on each breast. She held her breath when he dipped his head to lick it away, hot mouth against cool skin. Her nerves fired, creating sensual heat over her body and throbbing between her legs. When he finished lavishing one breast, he moved to the other, just like she'd done to him.

She was panting by the time he was finished and he grabbed the can again. He made a long vertical line between her breasts, to her naval, where he sprayed two additional lines to create an arrow pointing down.

Without looking up from his task, he rumbled, "In case there was any doubt what direction I was headed."

She smiled and quickly gasped when his mouth was on her again, using teeth and tongue and lips to eat away the cream. "Noah??

"I love it when you say my name."

"Noah," she repeated, begging.

She writhed beneath him, body tense with need. A cold sensation hit her between her thighs and over her folds when he added cream, but it did nothing to douse the fire. She looked down at him, head between her legs and eyeing her sex like he was starving.

His gaze met hers. Slowly, he slid his free arm under her and grabbed each wrist with his hands, still keeping her immobile. Tugging down gently until her hands were nearly under her bottom, he encouraged her shoulders back farther, her spine bowing. Her breasts thrust out more, the sensitive peaks wet from his mouth and puckered.

The position was binding and erotic at the same time. She was completely at his mercy, open for him. The loss of control caused a ripple of desire instead of her usual panic.

"Put your legs on my shoulders, baby."

When she did, his mouth closed over her sex and she screamed. He licked the cream from her folds, along her wet opening, and over her clit. She thrashed in his embrace, using the leverage of her position to press into his mouth. His tongue penetrated her, sending shivers of bliss along her spine.

Being pinned down, helpless to move and seek pleasure only on his terms, was enticingly explosive. Give and take. Pleasure and pain. Sweet, sweet torment. Her muscles coiled as her body tensed to explode.

"I'm fucking hard again, baby. Look what you do to me. I can't get enough of you." He rose to his haunches, knees spread, lifting her hips from the bed, her ankles on his shoulders and his hands still firmly holding her wrists. His heated gaze intense, it swept over her body, his thick shaft poised at her opening. "Gorgeous. You're goddamn gorgeous."

And in that single held breath, she was. All her life, she'd stayed in the shadows, not wanting attention, uncomfortable with it. He was the first person to look, to actually see her as she was, and demand she do the same. No man had ever made her consider herself beautiful. It wasn't even anything she'd contemplated. But she knew, without doubt, that she was to him.

He thrust into her, slow and deep. So, so deep. He thickened inside her, filling her like no one ever had before. Body, soul. Heart.

Her throat tightened. Moisture formed behind her lids.

"Look at me," he pleaded.

"I'm okay. Give me a second."

"Look at me." A demand this time, rough and frantic in concern.

She lifted her lids, tears blurring her vision. He made the motion to let go of her arms, but she shook her head. "No. It's not that." Wet tracks coursed from her eyes, down her temples, and to the pillow.

"Then tell me." His face twisted in worry. He didn't even seem to