“Mmmm. Is my girl hungry?”
I nodded, suckling his finger, a tasty treat. Fire flickered in his eyes. I liked that fire. And I liked how his gaze was wandering down my body, his tongue moistening his perfect lips.
He pulled his finger free. His jaw clenched a little, just enough for the muscle to visibly tighten. “Later, minx. You’ll get your treat later.”
The door opened and we debarked. I noticed the rather large lump in his pants, proud that I had produced such a visible sign of his need. We were met by an agent, who asked for our passports with a heavy accent of some kind. After answering a few questions, I learned we were on the island of Antigua. Antigua!
Shane took my hand once again, leading me to a dock where we boarded a luxurious boat. I stood on the deck, hands on the railing and breath caught in my throat as we sailed across clear blue waters. “We’ll be there soon. I’ve called ahead. Dinner will be waiting for us.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.” He watched me for a moment. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Very much. I’ve never been anywhere so beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”
He said nothing. But his expression said a great deal. He was pleased. He took my hand, leading me from the deck. “We have a little time. Let’s go downstairs where we can have some privacy.”
Privacy. My insides hopped around like caged rabbits.
“Yes, sir.”
He escorted me downstairs, a hand at the small of my back. Because I was wearing a thin summer dress, I felt the heat of his touch on my skin. It made my nerves sizzle and my blood simmer.
I stopped at the bottom of the narrow staircase, in an area that looked like a living room or lounge. I turned to face him, not sure which way he wanted me to go. He caught me by the waist and walked me backward until I was flat against a wall. Trapped. Dark flames burned in his eyes and I went breathless.
A hand closed over my breast, kneading the soft fullness and making me moan. The other hand gathered my wrists and pinned them against the wall, over my head. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured as he slanted down to nibble my neck.
“You drive me crazy too,” I said on a sigh as I tilted my head to give him better access. When his tongue flicked over the sensitive spot just under my ear, I shivered. I felt goose bumps prickling my arm and shoulder.
“Good.” He sounded satisfied. He nipped me, a little harder than I expected and I yelped in surprise. Then he laved my stinging skin with his tongue and the pain morphed into pounding need, pulsing through my body.
I didn’t know how he did it, turning pain into carnal need. But somehow he knew exactly what to do and when to do it to make that happen. It was strange and wonderful and scary all at once.
The hand that had been cupping my breast skimmed down the front of my body, and I sucked in little gasps as anticipation danced up and down my spine. The flesh between my legs was throbbing with carnal heat. I needed him to touch me there. And then I needed more.
Down it went, over my lower stomach, over my pubic bone. “No underpants, right?”
“No, sir.”
Moving quickly, he turned me around, kicked my feet apart. He pinned my hands over my head again, holding my wrists with one hand while the other flipped my dress up to expose my ass.
“Mmmm,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about this ass all week.”
And I’d been thinking about his ass all week. And his broad shoulders. And his abdominals, which could be on a romance novel cover. And those mesmerizing eyes of his, where I spied dark shadows.
“Please, sir.”
“Please, what, minx?” His flattened hand glided over the globe of my ass, and the muscles beneath quivered. My inner muscles, deep inside, clenched as a rush of heat gushed to my center.
I heard the sharp slap before the pain registered. I jerked, a reflex, and screeched. Then I groaned as the heat burning my flesh seeped in, spreading through me.
The second strike surprised me as much as the first. A fresh wave of warmth crashed through me on the wake of that brief moment of pain. At the third one, my spine arched, thrusting my ass out. My insides were clenched. I was burning with fever. And I needed him to stroke me lower, between the legs.
“You see how your body responds? You see it?” His hand smoothed over my heated bu**ocks, and my back arched more, pushing my simmering flesh into his hand.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, blinking back tears. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t scared. I was flying high on endorphins already, and my eyes were watering.
“This is what drives me crazy.” His finger dipped into the crack of my ass.
I shivered at the edge I heard in his voice. He sounded dangerous now. “I’m sorry, sir.”
He turned me around again and pushed me to my knees and I blinked up at him through watery eyes. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick erection and shoved it into my mouth.
Grateful, I took him as deep as he wanted, relaxing to allow him to plunge to the back of my throat. My tongue cushioned his length, swirling round the head a couple of times when he withdrew before flattening when his rod shoved deep inside again. He held my hair in his fists, and I thrilled at the burn of my scalp. He was f**king my mouth greedily, and I was loving every minute of it. I slurped and sucked and swallowed, relishing the flavor of his skin and the sound of his moans and groans as he became lost in his need.
He was the one holding my hair, keeping me in place. But I was the one in control, really. It was my mouth that possessed him. My motions that made him so hot, so desperate. He growled, slammed deeper yet, and I swallowed hard, grateful for every thrust. More, I wanted more. I wanted him to use me anyway he wanted, to teach me how to please him. God, I loved this.
“Dammit,” he growled. He nearly pulled out then jerked his h*ps forward again, and the product of his lost control spurted down my throat. Hot and salty.
Oh yes, I’d done it. I’d driven him to a swift, hard orgasm with my mouth for the first time. I’d made him lose complete control.
Using my hair, he pulled me to my feet and stared into my eyes. I licked my lips, savoring the flavor of his skin and wondered what he’d do next, what wicked pleasure he’d show me.
“You have no idea what you’ve started now, minx,” he said, eyes hard.
Thrill raced through me. I had no idea, but I figured I’d learn soon enough.
Chapter 2
One minute, I was standing before him, my hair in his fist, my heart hammering against my breastbone, and dampness warming my inner thighs, and the next I was shoved into a small but very chic bedroom. I lost my footing, fell onto the bed, flat on my stomach, my spread legs sort of hanging half off the end of the bed.