Page 79 of Break Me

She finally jerked my arms free, holding up my shirt. “Looks like you need a new one.”

“A worthwhile sacrifice.” I shifted my gaze, watching as she slowly allowed the material to slip through her fingers. My patience was coming close to being blown.

I reached my other hand around her head, yanking out her ponytail holder. She instantly swished her long hair back and forth, pursing her lips just to taunt me more than before.

I slipped my hand around to the back of her neck, jerking her forward. “No more games, Halle.”

“Is that what I’m doing, playing a game?”

“Yes. One of enticement. You win. I’m very hungry.” I captured her mouth and as soon as I did, I could feel the heat becoming explosive between us. The taste of her was spectacular, so sweet, so inviting. She had a way of creating such a need my balls had ached the entire evening.

She pushed her tongue inside my mouth as if trying to take control. It would seem the wild and enchanting woman had no understanding I would never allow that to happen.

The kiss was passionate and raw, her hands rubbing up and down my chest, her long fingers kneading my muscles. I squeezed her neck, the action possessive, but that’s exactly the way I felt about her.

As if she’d belonged to me from her first act of defiance, the first toss of her head, and the first caustic words uttered from her lush lips. So I kissed her in a way that allowed for no mistake of my intentions.

She was mine.

As soon as I broke the intimate moment, I yanked back her head, exposing her long neck, and sucked on her bottom lip.

Every moan created even more need, now so intense my dick was pinched against my zipper. I tugged on her pajama top, lifting it even as I raked my teeth along her jaw.

Her eyelids were half closed, her breathing ragged. She brushed her hands down my chest to my belt, issuing a slight whimper as she fumbled to unfasten it.

“Not a chance, Captain.” I gently pushed her away, immediately ripping the pajama top over her head and tossing it aside.

“I don’t know if we should be doing this,” she muttered, her eyes glassy from the same heightened feeling of lust that was carving a place deep within my body.

“You started it. I’m going to finish it.” I pushed her down onto the couch, immediately slipping my fingers under the waistband of her bottoms. The look of mischief lingered on her face, herslightly swollen lips keeping my attention even as I tugged off her pajamas. “My fucking God.”

When she was lying completely naked in front of me, my tie caught my attention. With a slight laugh, I rose from the couch.

“Where are you going?”

“Who said I was going anywhere?” As soon as I snagged the piece of silk, she sighed. “Arms over your head.”

“What if I don’t?”

Leaning over, I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twisting until she arched her back, a single moan slipping past her lips. “Do what I say, Captain.”

She did, although not without lifting her head and allowing another fiery gaze in her eyes. The end table was perfect for what I had in mind. I wrapped her wrists tightly with the silk, constantly tossing her a quick and very dominating look. After securing the tie to one table leg, I stood over her, admiring my work. “Maybe I’ll just leave you this way.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“When are you going to learn not to underestimate me?”

“I have a daughter!”

“Yes, you do.” Wearing a sly grin, I acted as if I was going to walk away. Only that was impossible. While I’d enjoyed beautiful women for a very long time, I’d never felt the need to tease or take my time to do nothing more than enjoy in the passion shared. Maybe that was because of my typical lack of patience or that I’d been selfish, longing to please myself.

Whatever the case, I was thoroughly enjoying myself while wanting nothing more than to please her.

She dug her heels into the couch, struggling in the bindings as she’d done at the hotel. Yet this time there was more trust in her eyes. Maybe that was more of a surprise than she wanted to admit. She had no reason to trust me, not given what she’d been through.

The fact she’d allowed me to share an evening with her meant more than she could know.

Yet right now, the niceties were tossed aside. Once I returned to the couch, I lifted and bent her legs, pressing both as wide open as the position on the couch would allow.