the bed and his mouth was on mine before I could even process the words. The searing kiss stole every ounce of breath. He stroked his hands up my arms and positioned them above me again. The smooth coolness of leather slid over my arm, and I tilted my head to find him threading his belt around my left wrist, then looping it before I glanced at him.
“I really need you to keep your hands to yourself.” He looked so damn serious, I nodded. “Is this okay?” He gave the belt a little tug, and I wasn’t saying no, so I just nodded. He hooked it through the slats of his headboard before he slid it over my cast. “This is just a reminder. Don’t pull, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
That wasn’t a request. More than a little turned on by the prospect, I just nodded and watched him as he turned his attention back to me. Then he kissed me again, another blistering capture of my mouth as his tongue swept inside. The weight of his cock was right on my thigh, and I squirmed a little, wanting to move. He stroked his hands down, and this time, he pinched my ass.
“Stay still,” he ordered. Then he was kissing my jaw and my throat. A moan slipped out of me when he closed that hot mouth on a nipple, and I forgot about the not moving thing. That earned me another slap, and the groan that hot sting elicited should have embarrassed me. It might later.
I didn’t really care. He cupped one breast, massaging it as he sucked hard on the other. My back arched, trying to get closer to him. The hand on my hip slid between my thighs, and I let out a hiss at the first brush of his fingers.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so wet.” He didn’t leave me room to respond before he stroked my clit. And I was too primed, the tension in me snapped, and I thrust my hips up. He moved to the other breast, and I swore I felt his teeth this time as he pushed me ruthlessly.
Already too sensitized by the day, it didn’t take me long. The orgasm crashed through me and left me almost soundless, even if I wanted to scream.
He bit along the underside of my breast, and I hissed at that, then he pushed a finger into me, quickly followed by a second, and my thoughts melted. This was everything I’d hoped, but not enough of what I wanted. At my protest, he lifted his head and eased a third finger in. I clenched down on him as he stared up at me.
“Like that, Angel?” he whispered. “Are you going to like it more when it’s my dick and not my fingers?”
“Yes.” Was that even a real question?
“How badly do you want me in here?” He pumped his fingers in, and the hard thrust of them as he curled to stroke my g-spot had my eyes rolling.
“Ian…”
“How badly?” There was a bit of a cruel streak in him. One I hadn’t expected. “You’re going to have to tell me.”
I rocked my hips up to meet him, and he pulled his fingers out. Then I got another slap on the ass for my trouble.
“Dammit,” I swore, and he grinned.
“I told you not to move.”
“You’re killing me,” I complained. Not really. I just wanted…
“Then be still and let me enjoy myself,” he instructed, and his voice had deepened, the husky notes darker and demanding. “Or I’m just going to come all over your belly, and that won’t make either of us happy.”
As if to illustrate his point, he moved his hand down to his cock so I could see the moisture glistening on the tip. He rubbed himself, his knuckles whitening as he fisted the base before stroking up to the tip.
I licked my lips. That looked fantastic, if a little painful.
“Can you be a good girl, Angel?”
I almost laughed again. It would be so cheesy, except my body responded to the tone as much as to the way he looked at me when he said it. “I can be anything for you,” I promised. “Just don’t stop.”
“Not going to stop,” he whispered. “Don’t think I could right now.” He eased me onto my side a little, then reached up to fix the belt until he had me almost rolled over onto my stomach before he fixed the loops. It wasn’t remotely uncomfortable, though I didn’t