Charmed: A Masters and Mercenar - Lexi Blake Page 0,73
let everything go. He would be with her. They had days on this island. He would be patient and win her over the same way he’d done it in the first place—by showing her how he felt, by binding her in pleasure and intimacy.
He stood up and had her in his arms in an instant, easily hauling her up.
Her arms went around his neck as he carried her to the bedroom. “No one’s ever carried me before.”
He would do it every day. Her feet didn’t need to hit the floor.
“Except emergency services, but I don’t think that should count,” she said in a dreamy voice.
He did not need to hear that, but he wasn’t letting fear rule him. Besides, everything Big Tag and Alex had said to him he’d taken to heart. “That doesn’t count in any way.”
“Well, the nice lads who took me to hospital certainly didn’t do that first part,” she said on a sigh. “And I didn’t want to see either of them naked.”
That was also a good thing. He set her on her feet and dragged his shirt over his head. Her hand came up and touched his chest. His breath caught at the feel of her hand on his skin. It trailed down his chest to the buckle of his belt.
She dropped to her knees in front of him. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to get this cock in my mouth?”
He’d held her off because he’d wanted to give to her, but perhaps that had been a mistake. He sucked in a breath as she carefully unzipped his slacks and dragged them down his thighs. He’d taken off his shoes and socks when they’d gotten back to the room, so it was easy for her to toss his slacks aside.
Yes, it had been a mistake to not let her give to him. There was an eager look in her eyes that sparked his own need further. When she pulled down his boxers, his cock sprang free, hard and wanting everything she could offer him.
“Touch me.” He growled out the command, satisfied with how she immediately obeyed, her hand reaching for his cock and gripping him. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want. Stroke me.”
She did as he requested, her eyes on him. Her hand moved up and down his cock. He was hard, but the feel of her soft skin grasping him made him even harder.
“Lick me.”
Her lips curled up as though she knew that despite the fact she was on her knees, she was the one with all the power here. It was the beauty of the exchange. They both got what they needed. He got to pretend he had control and she got to understand exactly how much he wanted her. Needed her.
Her tongue came out and swiped across the head of his cock, sending heat flashing through his body. He watched as she sucked him between her lips lightly. It was a teasing caress. She settled back on her knees and drew him in again. His dick disappeared behind her lips, sinking into the silken heat of her mouth. She found a rhythm that threatened to send him over the edge. She pulled at him, giving him the barest scrape of her teeth. The tiny pain lit him up and he fisted her hair, gently guiding her on and off his cock.
He let her continue until the heat got to be far too much, until he could feel his balls draw up and prepare to shoot off. He wasn’t doing that in her mouth. He wanted the hot clasp of her pussy.
He tugged on her hair and stepped back, grabbing the condoms he’d put in his bag in a burst of optimism. With shaking hands, he rolled one over his cock and then moved back to her, offering to help her up. The minute she was on her feet, he pulled her into his arms and set his lips on hers. He didn’t play around. He immediately coaxed her mouth open and let his tongue surge in as he turned and moved her toward the bed.
They crashed down, their bodies molding together like they’d been made for each other. He felt the soft mattress as he settled against it.
He kissed her again and then let his head fall back. “I told you what I want. Don’t make me spank you again.”
Like that would happen. He wouldn’t have the patience to start over, but he didn’t want to stop the play.