Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,55
draw attention to her room. Not that the nitwit at the service counter would do anything if he got a noise complaint. Hell, I walked out of here with her bound and gagged, struggling to get free and the cops haven’t started pounding the door down.
She grabs a pillow at her back and sails it across the room at me. I catch it easily of course, a wicked grin painting my face.
“You’re not in Cedar Rapids,” I tell her. I didn’t realize my own mistake until after landing and tracking her car. It took longer to get to her because apparently there’s a shortage of rental cars in Cedar Rapids. This woman should’ve been in my arms hours ago.
“No shit.”
“You left.”
Her brows draw in, and I can see the moment in her eyes that she plans to lie to me. “I’m on vacation.”
“You told me once honesty was always the best choice,” I remind her.
Her mouth clamps closed, and even though it’s utterly infuriating to watch her shut down, my good mood at finding her safe wins out.
“Don’t lie to me, baby.”
A softness transforms her face, but she doesn’t open her mouth to tell the truth.
We discussed our limits and knowing where hers are helps me decide to take a chance. Coming in and tying her up was a huge risk, but she asked for something like this. Now that I look at it, it may not be the best timing considering the terrifying events she’s gone through in the last couple of days, but I need her to know that I’ve been worried too.
“You’ll talk,” I say with enough warning in my voice to make her perk up.
Not once has she made a move to release the soft cuffs around her ankles. Hell, she hasn’t even pulled her eyes from mine even during her refusal to explain her actions.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Zero-day,” she answers on a whisper, and my cock thickens at the sight of cold chills forming on her arms and bare legs.
“Remember it,” I command.
She gives me the slightest nod, and it’s all the permission I need.
With a quick tug of her ankles, I pull her to the edge of the bed. Her breathing is ratcheting up, making the perfect tits in her thin tank top heave up and down. God, I want my mouth on those tits, but this is a punishment of sorts. If she doesn’t want to open her mouth to explain what’s going on, I’ll use her mouth for something else.
“Arms behind your back.” She moves them quickly, and my cock threatens to embarrass me. “Can you keep them there, or do I need to cuff them back up?”
“I can,” she answers, her voice soft but dripping with need and desire.
Fuck, I love how quickly she can go from one emotion to turned on. I bet her pussy is dripping for me. Just the memory of her clenching on my fingers makes me want to groan, but I refuse to give her that sort of power.
“I’m going to use you,” I warn. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
“Please,” she begs, her eyes focused on the front of my straining jeans.
With unsteady hands threatening to betray my control, I unbutton my jeans, slowly lowering the zipper. I’m not trying to be a tease. I’m trying to regain power, but the second my cock springs free, pointing at her like her mouth is its home, I realize I’ll never have complete control around this woman. I want her too much. I need her too much.
“Oh God,” she pants, her gaze burning into me.
We’ve had sex more than once playing Orc’s Realm. I’ve slid my fingers inside of her tight pussy, but this is the first time I’ve had her eyes on the real me. Her perusal makes my sac tighten as pre-cum glistens at the tip.
“Open,” I demand when her tongue snakes out to wet her succulent lips.
She must be just as dazed as I am because she doesn’t obey. When her hands move from the small of her back to reach for me, I can’t muster the ability to remind her to keep them behind her. When her soft palms caress my thighs, I groan with a need that’s bone deep.
Tingles follow the trail of her hands, and I’m aware enough in this moment to know nothing has ever felt like this. Absolutely nothing.
“Take off your shirt,” she demands, her tone making me obey her orders with hasty movements. “Wow.”