On My Knees - J. Kenner Page 0,37
you want. Tell me what turns you on.”
My cheeks burn, which is ridiculous considering how open I am to him at this moment. But I can’t help it.
“Tell me,” he says, stepping closer. “Or have none of it.”
My eyes cut to him. “Cruel, Mr. Steele?”
“I can be. Or I can be very, very kind.” As he speaks, he moves his fingertip over my body. Literally over it, by about two inches. So that while I can imagine his touch, I do not get to experience it. Even so, it seems to me like he is leaving a trail of heat in his wake.
All that does, though, is drive home how much I will be missing if he doesn’t touch me for real. And though I am not sure what I intend to say, I start talking. “I—I want your hands on my breasts. Tight on my nipples. And then gentle touches, light and teasing, all the way down my body. And—”
I stop myself, because he is smiling, and the expression is both aroused and victorious.
“This is as much for you as for me, isn’t it?”
His brows lift. “I certainly hope so.”
“I mean—” I cut myself off. “I mean that everything that happened today. With me. With me freaking out and you, well, having me surrender control and—” I draw a breath. “It’s just that you hate it, too, don’t you?”
“Hate it? Hate what?”
“Not this,” I say quickly. “Not us. The situation. The not knowing. And the fear that they might find out that your run-in with Reed wasn’t about the movie at all, but about me. And the fear that you can’t protect me.”
His posture has stiffened as I’ve spoken. And now he says only one word. He says, “Yes.”
I nod, because that is what I expected he would say. So I continue. “You were right about me, you know. I do like to submit so long as I’ve willingly relinquished control.”
“I know,” he says. “I can tell.”
Since I’m certain that he can, I don’t argue.
“But what about you? I want to be there for you when you need to keep control. Like the other night, with the fighting. But what about now? Is it as satisfying for you to take control when I’m already giving it?”
He looks at me for a long moment, his eyes traveling up and down my body. “Sweetheart, nothing could be more satisfying than you giving yourself to me.”
It’s the perfect answer, even better because I can see the truth in his eyes.
After a moment, though, his smile turns wicked. “It occurs to me, though, that you’ve changed the subject. I believe you were telling me how you want me to touch you.”
“Oh. Right.”
“I suggest you continue.”
“Or?” I ask, feeling playful.
He crosses his arms and looks stern.
“Or what?” I press. “Or you’ll spank me?”
“Careful, Ms. Brooks. You’re walking a line.”
“Am I? After all, I already told you I wanted more. In fact, I believe that more is just what you promised me.”
“Definitely naughty,” he says, making my smile grow even wider.
“You want details, Jackson? You sure you want to know what I really want?”
“Very much.”
I meet his eyes. “All right. I want it rough.” It’s not until I say the words that I realize how very true they are. “I want it wild. I want you to fuck me hard. And I want to forget everything that’s going on out there. I want to be lost in you, Jackson. Lost in us.”
He remains perfectly still, only the tightening of his jaw revealing that my words have affected him.
“Those are dangerous things for a woman to say when she’s all tied up.”
“Maybe I like danger.”
I watch as the storm builds in his eyes. “Do you?”
Gently, he presses a fingertip to my lips. Then he starts to trail it lightly down my chin, my neck. “Oh, baby. What you do to me. I want to give you everything you want. See pleasure bloom in your eyes.” The finger dips lower, and he takes one nipple between two fingers, then rolls it, tightening his grip as he does.
I bite my lower lip as the pressure increases, tighter and tighter, bringing more and more pleasure-like pain to the surface, until I feel it not just in my breast, but in my clit as well.
“I want to take you to the edge and bring you back in my arms. And then I want to hold you close, calm you down, and take you right back out again.”
He releases my nipple,