“Don’t you mess up my skirt!”
“Then hurry, babe.”
“Tell me what color panties you have on,” Hunter whispered in her ear as he felt his way across her hip. “I can feel that they’re lace, but innocent white? Black, to match your skirt? Red, because you’re daring and naughty?”
His fingers crept slowly, ever closer, to the juncture of her thighs. Kata’s knees went weak. Dear God, please let him touch me there . . .
He didn’t.
“I’m waiting . . .” Hunter’s fingers hovered a fraction above her mound, the heat from his flesh burning—but the absence of his caress was killing her.
“Me, too.” She pressed her hips forward, but he evaded her, giving her the promise of a touch but never delivering.
“Answer me.”
His demand pinged through her like a live wire. A jolt. A flash of desire. “Hot pink.”
“Nice.” In reward, Hunter slid his fingers under the elastic of her little panties and brushed his fingers over her clit.
Her breath stopped, literally, and her heart drummed madly as he rubbed a teasing circle at the top of her pu**y, right where she needed him—but not hard enough to send her over the edge. Her clit swelled. She sucked in a hard breath as the ache gouged her belly.
“Please . . .”
“I can’t wait to hear you beg when you really mean it.” His fingers feathered over her clit again. “And you will.”
Something about Hunter’s tone told Kata that he wasn’t just playing dominant games. He wanted to control her tonight. Kata bit her lip at the realization. Warning bells rang in her head . . . even as she melted against him. She gasped at the sensation that washed over her like hot rain. Looking for an anchor in a sea of drowning desire, she reached out for him, clung to his thighs, her back tight against his chest.
This was insane. She didn’t give this much of herself or her control away—ever. Kata knew painfully well exactly where allowing a man to control her would end. She had to find the voice to tell him her limitations now. Equals all the way or she didn’t play. But his touch on the hard, swollen nub, delving deep into her moist folds, was blinding, magical, as damn necessary as her next breath.
“You’re wet. Perfect,” he purred.
“Hunter,” she panted. “I don’t—ooh!—beg. I—I—” She gasped. “I don’t submit.”
“She doesn’t,” Ben slurred.
Her flesh tingled, burned. Orgasm was right there, and the only thing standing between her and it were his fingers. Still, she couldn’t let this slide.
Gritting her teeth against the pleasure, she reached for her stern voice. “No man commands me. Period.”
“Give me time,” he murmured against her ear, making her shiver again. “I will.”
What the hell?
Before she could protest, he lifted her, cradling her in his arms. Shock tumbled through Kata. Carrying a plus-sized girl to bed? Hell, no! Hunter could feel the effect of every tamale, every bite of chocolate, every day she’d overworked and been too late to hit the gym. . . .
“Put me down!”
Instead of complying, he raised her higher until his lips hovered over her own. “Trust me, Kata. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I might hurt you.”
Hunter snorted. “Not likely, honey.”
Before she could argue, he covered her lips with a hard kiss. Kata linked her hands around his neck and clung for dear life, expecting to have her ass meet the carpet at any moment. Instead, he sauntered across the room like he didn’t have a care. Soon, she felt the mattress and slightly stiff hotel sheets against her back.
“All better?” he murmured.
“No. You didn’t listen!”