Page 35 of Touch Me Not (Manwhore #1)

He trailed his hands down her side, over her ribs, her hips, and she jerked, not expecting the flare of desire that sparked inside.

He continued his slow exploration down her leg and back up along the inside of her thigh.

Her breath caught when his fingers glided up over the lace of her underwear, pressing down slightly right where her clitoris was, and she whimpered.

His fingers ran up to her abdomen where he splayed his hand flat against the muscles of her belly.

His hand traced over her stomach, up and down, across and down again.

His touch sent hot shivers running through every inch of her body, and she cried out when his hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently.

“Shh,” he whispered against her fevered skin. “Just relax, baby, just relax and feel.”

His mouth closed over one nipple, and Lily nearly came off the bed.

If it hadn’t been for the bonds holding her, she would have.

His mouth suckled at the tortured nipple through the lace, the material growing damp.

Fire flashed through Lily, and she cried out again.

The sensation made a blazing hot trail straight to her clit.

The little nub of bundled nerves began to ache and throb.

The harder Nikoli sucked on her nipple, the more she ached.

He didn’t even have to touch her there for the fire to build.

She moved restlessly, squeezing her legs together tightly, trying to alleviate some of the pressure.

Nikoli let her nipple slip from his mouth, and she cried out, not in relief, but in something like pain. Her body throbbed, and she shifted. He stood, and she heard a rustling sound, but it didn’t register. Her entire being was focused on the sensations in her body and the sound of the music.

“Lily, I’m going to cover your body, baby.

You’re going to feel my skin against yours.

” Nikoli’s voice was almost hoarse, but she paid it no heed.

She felt the bed dip again, felt his hand spread her legs, and she whimpered, trying to close them, but he wouldn’t let her.

He wouldn’t let her hide from him. He pushed her thighs wide and settled himself between them.

She felt his skin touching hers, his heat seeping into her flesh, her bones.

Nikoli was so much bigger than she was. It felt like his body swallowed her whole.

“There’s my girl,” he said, his voice a purr. “Are you good?”

Lily’s entire body tensed up at the unfamiliarity of him.

He stayed perfectly still, giving her time to adjust to the feel of him.

She took deep, steadying breaths, the panic there, but not as severe as before.

She forced herself to relax, to let the heat seeping off him soothe her frazzled nerves.

His voice whispering in her ear helped as well.

Her body began to relax, to become loose and boneless.

She sighed, a low sigh not of fear, but of…

something, something she didn’t have a name for.

“Good girl,” he murmured against her ear, and she whimpered when she felt his tongue trace her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth.

That same fire from earlier began to snake its way down her body, settling at the junction between her thighs.

She moaned when his teeth bit into the soft flesh ever so slightly.

His lips left her ear alone and worked their way down her throat, nuzzling, his tongue swirling over the sensitive skin.

She let out a sound even she didn’t recognize when his teeth scraped against the pulse point on her neck.

“I thought you said you were only going to touch.” She gasped when he started to lick his way back up her neck, over her jawline, and across her bottom lip.

“I never said exactly what I’d touch you with, now, did I, Milaya ?

” His voice was soft and dark, like a deep, rich chocolate you indulged in late at night.

You knew it was bad for you, but you wanted it anyway.

That was how she felt about Nikoli. “I’m touching you with my hands, my mouth, my tongue, my teeth. ”

His lips settled over hers, and she couldn’t stop the sigh of relief.

She’d gotten used to him kissing her over the last few months.

She loved the feel of his lips, the way they slid across hers, sucking at her bottom lip.

This time was different, though. She felt his kiss like a caress that wrapped around her entire body.

Blindfolded, tied, and unable to move, the sounds of the rich, hypnotic song seemed to enhance each touch, each stroke, and each small movement of his skin against hers.

She’d never felt anything like it, and despite being terrified of the strange sensations, she refused to give in to her fear.

She wasn’t the same girl she’d been two months ago.

His tongue invaded her mouth, and she groaned, her own tongue curving around his, dueling as he deepened his kiss, shifting so he fit more snugly against her. Lily felt the hard length of him pressed tightly against her, and she instinctively arched her hips upward.

Nikoli let out a low, ragged moan and tore his lips from hers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. His tongue swiped against the soft skin, pulling another one of those strange noises out of her, but man, it sounded sexy as hell.

He forced himself to stop, to calm down.

She trusted him enough to let him tie her up and to blindfold her.

Trusted him to take care of her and not frighten her.

He wouldn’t take advantage of that trust. At least not tonight.

He’d go to bed with blue balls again, tonight and every night.

Miami…well, that might be an entirely different scenario.

He pushed himself up until he was sitting on his knees between her spread legs and simply looked at her, not making a sound.

He could hear her breathing, knew she was wondering what he was doing, what he was going to do.

A small smile spread across his face as he thought about that.

She had to be so nervous, and yet she lay there, waiting.

Waiting for his touch, his taste. Simply his.

His.

She was his, and there was no denying that anymore.

No matter what happened in the days to come, for right now, she was his.

He wasn’t going to make it another three weeks, the end of their three-month bet.

His body couldn’t handle it. He was going to seduce her soon.

Truthfully, if he pushed, he could take her now, but he wouldn’t.

He wanted her to be completely and utterly lost to his touch, no panicked thoughts, only the feelings running through her body.

She moved restlessly, and he refocused on her.

He laid his hands flat against the insides of her thighs and rubbed them up and down the silkiness of her skin.

She always felt so damn soft, like a balm to his callused hands.

She let out a low whine, and he increased the pressure, the gentle massage becoming a deeper one.

Each time he went up, he got closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, and she shivered every time.

He let one hand slide up her hip and trace the top of the bit of lace that had been driving him crazy since he’d seen it on her.

His hand worked its way down, his index finger pushing down, forcing the fabric between her folds.

He loved the sound of her voice as she cried out, loved the wet material that told him how ready she was.

He pressed down and rubbed hard circles around her clit.

“Do you like that, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse. God, he needed relief soon or he was going to hurt all night.

“Yesss,” she gasped, her hips pushing up.

Nikoli smiled. The look of desire and lust on her face was enough to almost push him over the edge.

He moved the lace aside and slipped his fingers into her folds.

God, she was wet, so wet. Her soft cries when he touched her swollen clit had him putting his own hand down his underwear, and he stroked himself as he stroked the woman bound to the bed, writhing under his touch, spread wide across his thighs.

His thumb switched places with his index finger, and he slid a single finger inside her, and it ripped a low guttural sound from her.

Fuck, she was so tight. He closed his eyes and thought of sliding inside all that tight heat, her walls surrounding him, holding him in their velvety depths.

He groaned and let out a cry of his own.

Her hips were thrusting up, and he made himself focus. If she was a virgin, he would hurt her. It would be so easy to get carried away and push his finger in too deep. She was close. Her thighs were tense, trembling. She was thrashing, moaning.

“Nikoli…I…what…”

“Shhh,” he soothed, pushing two fingers inside of her. “Don’t fight this. Just relax and let it happen. Easy, baby, just let go.”

He gripped his cock and stroked hard and fast, his fingers stroking Lily in time to the hand on his cock.

He was close himself. God, it felt good, and he wasn’t even inside her.

His fingers pressed harder against her clit, he scraped the inside of her walls, and he felt her tense, felt the climax swell inside her, and then he felt it give way, the rush of fluid coating his fingers as Lily screamed and bucked beneath his hand.

Nikoli groaned and felt his own climax hit him hard.

He cried out her name and fell forward, landing on top of her.

It took him a moment to get his breathing under control, but even then he didn’t move.

He let her take his weight and reveled in the knowledge he’d made her scream his name. Not Boy Wonder’s, but his.