But no, she didn’t want to come like this. He’d told her she could be on top of him. She wanted that.
Turning, she kissed him, using her teeth to tug on his lower lip before she spoke. “On the bed. Show me how to be in control.”
He smiled against her mouth. “Everything about this will be yours to manage.”
He stripped away the rest of his clothing, then climbed onto the bed. Sprawling atop the coverlet, he looked up at her. “Straddle me.”
She looked at the nest of dark reddish-brown curls between his legs from which his cock stood, thick and rigid. Reaching for him, she knew she’d find moisture at the tip. She leaned over the bed and touched him. Without thinking, she put her mouth over him, tasting his salt.
His hand twined in her hair. “God, Selina.” He guided her to move. “Like that. Use your tongue.”
She curled her tongue around him as she glided her mouth down then back up.
“And your hand.” He sounded as if he couldn’t breathe.
He curled his hand around hers, showing her where to clasp him at the base. “Go as fast—or slow—as you like. But I do prefer fast. At least right now.” The last word came out on a guttural groan because she’d started to move more quickly, sliding her mouth up and down, taking him deeper each time.
He clasped her shoulders and pulled her up. “Stop. Please. Or I’m going to come straight down your gorgeous throat.”
His words enflamed her. She looked up at him, saw the anguished need in his gaze and in the lines of his face and felt a power she’d never imagined. It wasn’t a power over him, but over herself and her choices. She wanted this. She wanted him.
“Straddle me,” he repeated.
This time, she followed his command, climbing onto the bed and throwing a leg over his thighs. She splayed one hand on his chest and curled the other around his cock. His hand met hers there as he moved her over him and guided himself to her sex.
His gaze was locked on where they would join. “Lower yourself. Gently.” He swept his tip against her folds, then began to pierce her as she moved her hips down.
“God, this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. You are so beautiful.”
She’d said no talking, but his words were as arousing as his body and his touch. He clasped her hips as he filled her completely. Just the position of him inside her nearly made her climax.
“Move, Selina.”
Putting her hands on his chest, she braced herself as she began to move over him, rising and falling, slowly at first. Then she remembered what he said about liking fast. Plus, the friction she was creating wasn’t enough. She needed more. Her body demanded more.
He cupped her breasts, drawing on her nipples and crafting an intense pleasure. She began to pitch forward, her hips and legs pumping over him as she chased her release. He put his mouth on her breast, and she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut.
Then she felt his touch on her clitoris, and she broke apart. Spasms racked her body as her muscles clenched around him. She was having a hard time maintaining her rhythm. “I can’t,” she repeated, but for an entirely different reason.
Suddenly, Harry flipped her, his body barely leaving her as he pressed her back into the bed. and he drove into her once more. He picked up where she’d left off, thrusting between her quivering legs as she wrapped her body around his. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. She reached the peak and fell, her desperation quieting. Then he was gone from her, to spill his seed where it couldn’t take root.
After a few moments, he came back to her, settling between her legs once more as he gathered her in his arms. “My apologies for taking over.”
“It was fine,” she murmured. “No, it was brilliant.” It was just what she needed. He was just what she needed.
He kissed her temple, her cheek, her lips. Selina held him close, hating that she ever had to let him go. She’d never wanted anything the way she wanted him.
The day would come, however—and soon—when she would have to say goodbye. Her heart was breaking at the thought.
Chapter 17
Knowing Madame Sybila would not be seeing clients since it was Thursday, Harry stole into the back of The Ardent Rose. He crept along the corridor leading to the