rewarded his moves with more slick wetness. His eyes held hers as his grin deepened. “Will you come for me, sweet Gineva? Will you come on my hand and let me know the depth of your passion?”
If he didn’t stop touching her soon, she was afraid she damn well would. And then die of embarrassment. It had been so long since a man had touched her and never like this. Never with this knowing, this intense longing in his eyes.
“Tigh, I don’t want—”
He shocked her silent by insinuating one long, thick finger into her core, all the while his thumb continued to rotate around her clit. “This isn’t about what you want, Gin. In this arena, it’s all about what I want. And what I want most, right now, is to discover your passion. I want you to come for me. I want you to show me what you like so that I can learn to pleasure you.” He kissed her lips then placed little biting kisses down her jaw and throat until his face nuzzled in the barely hidden mounds of her cleavage. Just two small buttons held her top together, and as she watched in fascination, he ripped them off with his teeth, spitting them across the room with barely leashed impatience before returning his mouth to her chest and nudging the fabric away, once and for all.
His hot mouth traced paths over her breasts, zeroing in on her nipples as his finger began to stroke in and out, in a maddening rhythm. His eyes looked up as he bit down gently, but with a hint of his dominance, on one aroused nipple, and she bucked in the brightest orgasm she’d ever had.
His fingers possessed her throughout, his eyes followed her every movement, learning and, it seemed, relishing her response. She came and came against his stroking hand as he watched, a satisfied, almost smug smile on his face that she couldn’t find fault with. Not when she was feeling so sinfully delicious, all because of him. The man had magic hands. Not to mention that sexy mouth of his. Or those washboard abs.
Ginny sighed as she mentally cataloged all his magnificent features. She was only halfway through her list when he removed his wonderful hands from her body. But he didn’t go far. Tigh lifted her arms and dragged the remnants of her shirt upward. She thought he was undressing her, but he left the sleeves to tangle around her hands, using the rest of the fabric to secure her to one of the bed posts. He’d tied her up.
She hadn’t thought she could feel anything remotely arousing after that massive orgasm, but she was wrong. His act of dominance—tying her up, for heaven’s sake!—turned her on like a switch. She felt herself cream and knew she was leaving a wet spot on the sheet, but she didn’t care. Her body was primed and wanted that hard cock she could see making a deep ridge in his leggings.
If she’d been free to move, she would have tackled him, but as it was, she had to wait for him to make the next move. She didn’t have to wait long.
Tigh stood next to the bed, and her head swiveled to watch him. He was so close. He made short work of the lacings on his leggings, but it seemed to take him an inordinate amount of time to work them down over his amazingly muscular buttocks.
He was stripping for her.
The thought sent shivers down her spine and shocked her eyes up to his. He was smiling as he winked at her, and she knew her suspicions were correct. This bold man was taking his time, teasing her, tantalizing her, in a way she’d never known a man could do outside of holos and vids. Paul had been all business when it had come to making love. He’d stripped quick and met her under the blankets, almost shy about his body, but Tigh… Tigh was something else altogether.
Tigh was a man, sure of himself and his appeal to women. He licked his lips as he watched her body move. She found it impossible to hold still, and his sinuous movements as he undressed made her squirm.
“Do you like what you see?”
He’d worked his leathers low on his abdomen, but his cock was still hidden.
“I haven’t seen anything yet.” She chuckled, daring him, wondering only belatedly if she was pushing too far. But he just grinned and pushed down his