The muffled scream was accompanied by a frantic bucking of her body as he moved over her, laying against her heavily, staring into eyes such a deep, mysterious hazel that it could make a grown man weep. Shades of brown, greens and blues collided in those eyes, tiny pinpoints of color that, up close, were almost mesmerizing. They were wide with fear and outrage now. Uh-oh. That hard-on killing him was pressed against her lower belly and, he was certain, was the cause of that outrage and sparks of red-hot fury lighting her eyes.
“Settle down,” he muttered, watching her closely, allowing himself to enjoy the feel of the slender body beneath him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Yeah, she was going to believe that one, he thought, especially with his erection prodding her and those ropes holding her down.
Her muffled scream of outrage against his palm assured him he was right.
“Look lady, if I wanted you dead, you would be dead,” he griped. “If I wanted you scared and under control, you’d be gagged as well as tied down. Now I didn’t play f**king Sir Galahad so you can bring the roof down and let your attackers’ buddies in on the fact that you’re alive and well at this point in time. Now do you want to shut the hell up, promise not to scream, or do you want one of my socks shoved in your mouth? Trust me, that’s not a good alternative.”
She blinked back at him in surprise.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?” he murmured. “Or do I get to lie here until I get tired and use that sock instead?”
Pretty, pretty eyes.
She drew in a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she stilled beneath him.
“You’re gonna be quiet?”
She nodded emphatically.
Watching her suspiciously, he began to lift his hand. Slowly, he moved it back, preparing to lift himself off her if she kept her word. She was soft and sweet to lie on, but he had a feeling… Shit. Her mouth opened, a piercing scream nearly escaping before he lowered his head and caught it with his lips.
Dumb, dumb idea. Sweet Heaven, her lips were soft, tender, her mouth a warm, seductive cavern beckoning him.
His hands gripped her wrists as slender fingers formed claws. The ropes held her fast, but he gave her his hands to claw, to prick with those delicate little nails. Something to ease the need for violence he knew must be raging inside her.
God, her lips were soft.
He stared into her eyes, feeling the shock clear to the soles of his feet as his tongue licked at the rosebud perfection, tasting something delicate, addictive, feeling a heated madness building in his brain as hunger swelled inside him.
She looked dazed, staring back at him, the blue in her hazel eyes darkening as he licked at her lips again. He only wanted to keep her from screaming, to silence her as fast as possible without hurting her. But he didn’t expect this.
He moved his hands, forcing them from her grip so he could burrow into her hair where he could feel it silkiness, hold her in place and delve deeper into her mouth at the same time. His thumbs pressed against her jaw, controlling her sharp little teeth in case she had a mind to bite, forcing them open enough to thrust his tongue sharply inside her mouth. God, he ached. His tongue throbbed at the taste of her, prodding at hers as he watched her lashes drift lower, watched her eyes darken.
Sweet, sweet honey filled his senses, tempted his taste buds. Damn she tasted good. Like summer. Innocence. Something he had never known or thought of until he was too old to fool himself into believing it could exist. But it did exist, right here, right now, and the taste of it filled his senses. Damn, he didn’t need this. Before he could weaken further, he jerked his lips back from hers, snagged the gag he had used earlier, a thickly knotted length of torn pillow case and pushed the knot past her parted lips before tying it quickly behind her head, while her muffled screams and frantic struggles pricked at the conscience he wasn’t supposed to have.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” He breathed out roughly, sitting beside her as she stared back at him furiously. “But I really didn’t risk my ass so you could scream bloody assed murder and get us both killed.”
She was screaming it now as she jerked and bucked against her restraints, her beautiful eyes promising a wealth of retribution as she finally subsided in exhaustion.
“See, I was even going to give you something for that nasty headache I bet you have.” He smiled back at her deadly glare. “It hurts pretty bad, huh?”
She looked away, her nostrils flaring with rage, her face flushed as her br**sts trembled with agitation. And those were some damned pretty br**sts. With perfect tight little ni**les They swelled over the snug red bodice and silky fabric beneath. Firm, plump little globes with surprising hard, spiked ni**les. His eyes narrowed on the obvious signs of arousal, his dick flexing beneath his jeans as his mouth watered for a taste of them.
Reaching out, he allowed the backs of his fingers to smooth over the bared, upper curves. Her eyes swung back to him, wide, filled with fear and heat.
“Your ni**les always get hard when you’re kidnapped?” He tried to joke it away, but the tight little buds were just below his fingertips, more tempting than he could have imagined. She was breathing harder now, her gaze distressed, her cheeks flushed as she shook her head demandingly.
“No?”
The elasticized neckline gave easily to his fingers as they smoothed over the hard curves. They were flushed too, the dark pink ni**les standing hard and to attention as the fabric rasped over them. Oh man, he was going to go to hell for this one for sure.
The elastic hooked beneath the firm mounds, lifting them higher, causing her sweet little ni**les to point straight to the ceiling. The hard points were surprisingly engorged, aroused. This wasn’t fear. This was her body demanding relief.
Calling himself seven different kinds of a fool, he let his fingers trace a path to one hard little point before his thumb and forefinger gripped one of the hard berries, tugging at firmly, watching her closely. He didn’t expect the reaction. She bucked, her body bowing as the sexual flinch convulsed her petite frame.
“Damn.” He was on fire now, almost shaking as a broken little moan tore past the gag and his head lowered.