Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,72

and down her back, until all the tremors quieted.

“What are you going to do when I tie you up and make you wait to orgasm for hours?” I whispered, and she gave a delicious little shudder.

“Have the time of my life,” she admitted, and I grinned.

She really was perfect.

Chapter Fourteen

When You Say Nothing At All

Frankie

The single best part of the guys sleeping in the same bed with me had to be them waking me up. Or in this case, Ian waking me with his fingers buried inside of me, teasing me as my hips writhed, and his mouth already latched over a nipple. Heat licked me right out of sleep, and my skin was on fire as I opened my eyes. A sound escaped my throat, and he glanced up with the most delighted grin.

“I wondered how long it would take you to join me.” Sleep-roughened, his voice had a hoarse and delicious quality. He chose that moment to crook his fingers and it scraped sparks through my system, and I went to reach his face, only I couldn’t move my arms.

Sleep fading rapidly, I twisted to find them tied quite securely with some extra sheeting. Then he’d looped it around my wrists so I could almost twist them a little, but nothing was coming free. We’d gone to bed naked and wrapped around each other, so there was nothing hiding me from him. My ankles were tied too, and I let out a little laugh. Apprehension slid into excitement, and I bit my lip.

Stilling all of his movements, Ian studied me for a long moment. I hadn’t expected to wake like this, but I wasn’t complaining either. He rolled his thumb around my clit in a gentle circuit, enough that it had my hips lifting, desperate for more pressure.

“Uh uh,” he said in a soft voice, and all at once, his hand abandoned me and I let out a little whimper. “Stay still, Angel. Can you do that?”

Was he serious right now? I stared at him, mouth open. I’d been asleep and he woke me up with all these loving touches, and now he wanted me to be still? Outrage curled through me, but there was a quiet kind of delight in his eyes and an adoration that had me swallowing the words unspoken.

We were still playing. That was why he stopped touching until it all registered with me. I shifted a little, testing the sheets, and then glanced at him. “I knew there was going to be a test,” was all I said, and his sudden smile and huff of laughter was totally worth it. Leaning forward, he kissed me with such deep caring and utter sweetness, he had me gasping back the emotion. The sharp pinch of his fingers on my nipple jolted me from one extreme to the other, and though I wanted to buck, I tried to stay still.

“My perfect angel,” Ian murmured. I didn’t know how perfect I was, but for the next what felt like forever, he petted, stroked, and teased me right up to the edge and then backed off, until I swore sweat dripped off me and my heart hammered so loud, he had to hear it. I wanted to scream from frustration.

When he nuzzled a kiss to the corner of my mouth and then pressed a path to my ear, he whispered, “So good for me…”

I kind of wanted to preen for those words, but he backed off and I bit my lip to keep from crying out, only to have him loosen the sheets around my ankles. I dragged my eyes open to find him kneeling between my thighs.

I was a mess.

A mess he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying, but the moment he began to stroke his cock teasingly along my slit, it took everything I had to not arch my back. Another little tortured sound escaped, and a part of me knew if I said anything, if I begged him to stop or if I just said stop, it would be done and he’d give me that orgasm he kept taking away.

But the rest of me wanted to ride this all the way out, and desperate and panting as I was right now, I didn’t want to lose. We’d made it this far.

The warmth of his hands skated up my chest to cup my breasts, and I let my eyes close as I wrestled with the need to arch something to stretch closer. I dug my toes into