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Leaning forward, she trailed her lips above his groin, nipping and licking her way up his pelvis.She saw his hands twitch at his side, knew he was resisting the urge to spear his hands into her hair and keep her locked against him.
“You want to do something with those big hands?”she teased.
“Hmm,” he rasped.
She tongued one nipple and nearly passed out from the pleasure overload.“Undo my zipper,” she managed to instruct.
Unsteady fingers eased her long zipper.Cool air washed over her heated skin, exposing her bra and the top of her matching thong.
His heartfelt “Christ” told her he’d noticed the color.
She withheld the urge to tell him every piece of lingerie in her underwear drawer had been changed to indigo, the impulsive online shopping madness having struck her that day he’d been caught up in video conference meetings in Marrakech.
Hearing him now, she was glad she’d resisted the urge to return every scrap of lace and satin the day she’d returned to New York.
“Let me take off your dress,” he requested.
She nodded against his chest and let go of his cock long enough for her arms to free her dress.It slithered over her hips and dropped to the floor.
Eagerly, she grasped him again as her mouth drifted up his strong throat.Feeling his pulse underneath her tongue, she licked the strong flutter, then bit him hard enough to leave a mark.
Dark laughter rumbled through his chest.“Marking your territory, Peaches?”
She didn’t respond.His mouth was too close.Too tempting to resist.Rising on tiptoes, she kissed him.
Strong hands closed around her immediately, holding her tight enough to strangle her breath.With her hands locked on his cock, she felt every heartbeat pulsing through his hard erection.Wet heat oozed between her thighs as her clit pounded with need.
His tongue invaded her mouth, and she flicked hers against it, earning herself a deep groan.Fused and desperate, they devoured each other, stopping every few minutes to breathe.
Somewhere along the process, her bra came off, and she just managed to pull back when his hand knotted in her panties, ready to rip them off.
“No,” she protested raggedly.
Hard, demanding eyes clashed with hers.His grip tightened in her thong, pulling it tight against her heated sex.“Baby, you know that’s not my favorite word.”
“What happened to me being in charge tonight?”
His mouth firmed into a thin line of displeasure.Slowly, he loosened his grip and closed his hands over her ass instead.He squeezed the tight globes, and his clenched jaw told her he was reaching the end of his rope.She stemmed the urge to appease him and gripped his cock harder.
With a sustaining breath, she stepped back and picked up the handcuffs.“Lie down,” she instructed.
His hand tightened on her ass for a few seconds before he let go.He levered one knee on the bed, his body sleek and predatory as he drew back the sheets and discarded all but two pillows.
With his eyes on her, he arranged himself in the middle of the bed.One hand gripped the steel and wood carving of the headboard, the other rested on his groin, just above his thick erection.
Looking at his sculpted perfection made her throat dry and her heart pound with incessant need.She swallowed and forced herself to concentrate.
“Both hands up, please.”
Releasing a rough breath, he raised his other hand to grip the headboard.
The high expansive bed meant Bethany had to reach to secure the handcuffs.Which meant bringing her body close to the predatory beast beneath her.She barely managed to secure one wrist before his head surged off the pillow, and his hot, hungry mouth closed over her tight nipple.
She gasped as pleasure shot fiery darts through her.“Zach!”
He rolled her nipple in his mouth, groaning deep and long as her flesh puckered tighter.Then he bit her flesh and sucked some more.Her hands shook so badly, she gripped his wrists to steady herself.
He was unapologetically derailing her every intention.And she was letting him.With a pained groan, she pulled back.He lurched for her other breast and caught the second peak just as she slapped the second cuff in place.He laved her once, twice, before she found the strength to move away and scoot down the bed.