Page 64 of Naughty or Nice

I open my eyes to meet hers. She’s so close I can inhale her scent, feel the warmth of her body, and that’s when I realise she’s naked, with the low light of the cabin hinting at every glorious curve. Fuck.

‘This.’ She rakes a nail over my hardness, and my eyes and body feast on the simple stroke.

Sure enough, even in this light there is no denying how awake I am—awake and very much under her spell.

‘You’re supposed to be asleep—’

She grips me, and my words become a groan as I shift within her grasp.

‘Eva.’

‘The way I see it...’ She runs her hand over me, and heat rushes to greet her touch. ‘It will be near enough evening when we get to the hotel. There’ll be time for sleep then.’

There is no hotel, but I’m damned if I can correct her. I’m trying to focus through a heavy haze of lust. Trying to hang on to what’s right.

My fingers bite into the upholstery of my seat and my thighs tremble as I press into it, away from her, but she has me. I should extract her hands, make her move away, but I can’t even do that.

‘You don’t like being told what to do?’

She shakes her head, and her teasing lips curve into a smile as she lowers her head to my ear. ‘Especially when I want something as much as I want you.’

She trails her hot mouth across my jaw as she hooks her leg over me, spreading her heat over my erection.

‘And I can feel you want me too.’

She rides against me and I’m back in that kitchen, with my cock getting the better of me.

Now I can move. I grip her hips, steadying her, halting her.

She pouts down at me. ‘Don’t be a spoilsport.’

Christ, if only...

I force an arrogant smile. ‘You wouldn’t want Frederick to hear, would you?’

Her eyes flick briefly in the direction of the kitchen. ‘Worried I’m going to make a noise?’ she asks.

She tries to move in my grasp and my hold tightens. She’s a minx. An electrifying, dizzying minx. And suddenly I have the desire to do something extreme. Something that will stick the finger up at Nate. Something that will put me firmly in control and to hell with my good intentions.

‘Come.’ I lift her away from me and take hold of her wrist, striding to the bedroom before the lustful haze can lift and common sense can prevail. We make it to the bedroom. ‘On the bed.’

She bites into her lip and lowers herself down onto it, every bend of her body, each slip of her hands over the duvet intentionally seductive.

‘I like you like this,’ she purrs.

Holy fuck.

I pull my gaze away, stripping off my clothes as she watches me. Not until I’m naked and have the cupboard that contains what I need open do I turn to her, the scarlet strip of silk in hand. A tie. One of my finest.

She looks from it to me, her brows raising. ‘And what do you intend to do with that?’

She’s provoking me and my cock fucking loves it. Too much.

I turn back and take out another tie. I need the second one to keep her under control—to keep myself under control. She’s too efficient at tipping me over. Her hands, her body, her mouth—all dangerous.

I stalk towards her and she glides back on the bedcovers, her eyes pulling me in, her lips parted, anticipation in her breath.

‘Have you ever been gagged?’