Mona lifted her arms as he pulled it off. Pierce’s fingers hooked in the straps of her bra, immediately tugging them down her arms, flipping the cups down to bare her breasts to his mouth.
Her head spun as his lips and teeth worked her flesh, his hands freeing her of the garment as his tongue flicked across one nipple, pulling it so tight it was almost painful.
As he moved to her other breast Pierce tugged down her snow-dampened pants, taking everything covering her lower half in one move, leaving her standing naked in his living room, covered in jelly and white eye-shadow. His mouth skimmed down her belly as he dropped to his knees.
The sight of a man as powerful as Pierce on his knees in front of her stole her breath. She couldn’t look away from him. The angles of his face. The line of his jaw. Every move he made was graceful but filled with strength.
He was still the same man he was before. The one who intimidated her.
Filled her with panic and fear.
Pierce hadn’t changed.
But she had.
Thank God, otherwise this moment wouldn’t be hers.
And she planned to make the most of it.
His hands gripped her hips, the tips of his fingers digging into her flesh as his mouth pressed between her thighs, his tongue sliding along the seam of her pussy, pushing deeper to find a spot that made her ache with a need of her own.
Her head fell back against the wall even as her eyes stayed locked on the man in front of her. Without fear to lock her down, it was as if her whole world opened up.
A world Pierce currently owned.
His hold on her tightened as his tongue found a rhythm that made her knees weak. Mona fisted one hand in his hair, holding him as tightly as he held her.
Pierce shifted, wedging one of his shoulders between her thighs, spreading her legs farther apart, using his body and hands to keep her balanced. He made immediate use of the extra space, growling against her as his lips latched onto her clit, replacing the lap of his tongue with a gentle suck that immediately sent her over the edge, fingers tight against his scalp as her hips rolled, working her heated flesh against his face.
This woman was not the woman she knew. The woman she knew was bashful and hesitant in situations like this.
Not the kind of woman who rode a man’s tongue like it belonged to her.
But there was something about knowing this man was at her mercy. A man who was at no one’s mercy.
Only hers.
Mona grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulling Pierce up from the floor. He came easily, his lips running over her body as he stood. As soon as she could reach them her fingers went to his buttons, making it through the top two before his hands caught hers.
“I want to touch you.” She pulled free and went back to work.
“Not yet, Love.” Pierce snagged her hands again. “Later.”
“No. Now.” She twisted her hands, trying to work them loose.
“I promised you a bath.” Pierce held her hands as he backed away, pulling her along. “I intend to deliver one.”
And just like that calm Pierce was back. She could almost watch it happen. See it in the shift of his expression. The look in his eyes.
“Why do you do that?” Mona gave in and walked along with him, because honestly the jelly was starting to make her face itch.
“Do what?” Pierce backed into his room and continued on to the bathroom door.
“A minute ago you were different.” Mona shivered as the hormonal heat in her body started to dissipate.
“A minute ago I was not thinking of what was important.” He released one hand and lifted the dimmer, bathing the room in a soft light.
“What were you thinking of?”
Pierce twisted on the faucet above the free-standing tub. “Myself.”
So when he thought of himself he did... that?
“I’m not sure I understand.” Mona shivered again.
Pierce reached to another switch on the wall and flipped it on. “It will be warmer in here soon.” His eyes dipped to where her nipples were puckered tight from her shiver. “Hopefully very soon.” Pierce tipped his head to the filling tub. “In.”
“You can’t just tell me what to do.”
“I’m sorry.” His tone made it clear he was not. “Did you have other plans?”
He might be teasing her.
“Maybe.” Mona reached up to run one finger through the dribble of jelly blood down her cheek before