Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather) Page 8

  He saw her shiver in excitement, his eyes flaring wide with blue-white heat. But he tsked, sounding like a futzy parent as he flipped the raw steaks in a pan of marinade. “Bad for you.”

  “It won’t rot my teeth.” She bared them for him, cartoon-style.

  He looked away, shaking his head as if he were pained. “You might get a sugar high.”

  You are avoiding me? The sparks that fly between us? Don’t go. Don’t. “I have one just looking at you.”

  He locked eyes with her. Stunned, hesitant, he swallowed hard while his gaze seared her. “Me too.”

  “Oh, cool.” Far gone now, she rubbed her hands together and wiggled her brows at him, struggling to inject more fun into their conversation. Okay, so she could go for the gold, make a complete fool of herself and in desperation seduce him.

  “I’d be a bastard to take you and hurt you,” he said, his voice a hollow wreck.

  “Especially after the day I’ve had.” Had she said that? Oh, yeah. But sharp visions of how he’d look without his clothes flashed through her brain in a kaleidoscope of X-rated pictures. She wanted him dressed only in his skin, his delectable body weighing her down as he had this morning at the rock.

  He was frozen in one position, holding a pair of tongs in midair as he stared at her. The flames in his uncommonly handsome eyes flared higher.

  She savored his tension, recognized passion and longing in his gaze. Could she do such a good job of keeping the bold sheriff on tenterhooks? “Cut the pie. I need a piece.”

  Dropping the tongs, he let them clatter on the countertop as he rummaged through a drawer and came up with a pie cutter. In two strokes he had a chunk of dripping peaches and crust in one hand as he reached for her with the other.

  She opened her mouth and he gave her the pastry but she caught his fingers between her lips and held on.

  He grunted.

  She swallowed then caressed his fingers with her tongue. As he withdrew with painstaking care, she gulped. He drew her flush to his body, his cock a ridge of steel, her breasts as hard as rocks, her pussy pounding. She rose on her toes. Jesus, he was so tall, so magnificent, so perfect for her. She rubbed her peach-sticky lips against his. “You need a nibble too.”

  He opened his mouth and licked hers all over then he broke away to grin. “My pie never tasted so good.”

  “No?”

  “Never ate it off any woman’s lips.”

  “I want to be the first. I want to be the only.”

  “The best,” he said as he devoured her mouth. “I’ll eat it off every inch of you.”

  Her eyes flared wide. Would you eat it off my pussy?

  At her own X-rated thoughts she burst out giggling.

  “Scamp.” He hugged her tighter, the mind reader. He knew which lips she hoped he’d eat. So now that she was in this far, why not go all the way to home plate?

  Admit it. She wanted to be more than his first anything. She wanted to be his. His someone. His for tonight and maybe tomorrow. Most of all, for him, with him, she wanted to be bad. Very bad. Turning on her heel, she seized his hand and led him toward his bedroom. “We’re going to bed. Bring the pie. I want to see how peaches look on your skin.”

  He stopped and hauled her around into his embrace. One hand sunk in her hair, he brought her lips to his as he rasped, “We go in there, I’m doing more than eating pie.”

  Yippee. “We go in there, I’m doing more than letting you.”

  He inhaled, his nostrils flaring. “I’m teaching you how I want you all the time, every time.”

  She shuddered. “There’ll be more than once for us?”

  “So much more that you’ll feel me inside you, even when I’m not there.”

  “And you?” She had to know if he could miss her, want her, yearn for her—or was he simply a phantom lover? Was he here with her now, gone for good when the fucking was done? “It wouldn’t be fair—”

  “I wouldn’t hurt you, make you care for me and pull away. I see what you need.”

  Her heart stopped. “What?”

  “A man to take control. To be your leader, your comforter. Come to bed and let me love you, Willow. Let me inside of you. To your blood and your nerves, your spine and your mind. Let me love every inch of you.”

  “How can I let go like that? Trust you? Surrender everything I am to you?”

  “If it’s too soon to say you want all of me, if you fear you don’t know me yet, then come to bed anyway, Willow. Sweet Willow. Learn me. Take me. Have me. Use me to your own ends.”

  She marveled at him. “You could give yourself up to me like that?”

  “I can’t take what I’m not willing to give.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes. He was so sweet.

  “Come to bed. Let me make love to you all night long. Maybe all day tomorrow too, if you think you might like that.”

  She clenched his hand, laughing. “Like it? My god, Wade! I’m holding you to it.”

  “All of it.” A glance down her body and he caught her up in his arms as easily as if she weighed a feather. He strode from the kitchen and she clung to him, just as she had earlier, just as she had wanted to pretty much since she met him only yesterday.

  At the side of the bed he let her slide to her feet as he whisked down the covers. He hovered over her, a giant guardian, a movie hero, cowboy, sheriff, careful lover all rolled into one yummy body. Kissing her, he seduced her in tiny enticements. Lost in his spell she let him brush the straps of her dress down her shoulders, let him pull it over her breasts and down her hips. She cried out as he found her aching nipples in her lacy bra and pinched them. The enchantment she’d welcomed from him opened like a door to a new world and her whole body throbbed with arousal. She rubbed her thighs together. He went too slowly and her desire to have him inside her burned too high.

  She stepped out of the pool of her dress and reached her arms around his shoulders. “I’m not easy. Not usually. Not like this. But you’re—”

  “You are special.” He nibbled on the bow of her lower lip. “I’ve wanted to hold you, kiss you since yesterday.”

  Since forever. She arched as his hands cupped her breasts. “Wade, hurry up.”

  She tried to lie down but he caught her around the waist.

  “Not yet. Let me undress you. God, please let me before I fly around the room like a windup toy.”

  She could barely breathe. “Do it.”

  He rubbed his open palms down her hips then up to finally unsnap her bra in the back. He took the frilly fabric away from her body as reverently as if he were doing an unveiling.

  She smiled, desperately trying to commit to memory the fascinated look in his eyes.

  “Willow, you have the most incredible breasts.”

  “Touch me.” She knew her words were a prayer, her lids fluttering closed. “Show me.”

  His huge hands were warm, so tender as they covered the curve of her breasts. “So big, honey. I can’t get over how firm and pointed they are.”

  He thumbed her nipples. “These are like ripe June strawberries.”

  She snorted. “Taste them and see.”

  He bent, lifting her up so that he could suck her nipple into the cavern of his mouth and lave it with the rough velvet of his tongue. Did he know how he drove her to a torrid oblivion? “I need the other.”

  She twisted, ravenous for more of his mouth on her. This time he nipped at her flesh then pulled and twisted her nipple until she jammed her fingers in his hair and said, “Let’s lie down.”

  Grunting his objection, he slid to his knees. Kissing his way down her body, he sent her mind swirling, her body swaying. Still he held her so tightly she knew she couldn’t fall. She was simply falling for him. All the way.

  His little kisses either blessed or sipped or tugged at her skin. And between each one he murmured little love words. Words she’d rarely heard from other men she’d taken to her bed. Words like need and have to have. Words like gorgeous and oh so good.

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sp; She sank her fingers in his lush curls and let him have everything he wanted from her. Unchained from her modest sexuality she marveled that she could be so free with this handsome, aggressive sheriff who was, quite frankly, a stranger. Yet with him she didn’t possess a shy bone in her body. Turning this way and that, she let him suck and kiss and rub and pinch her. She had never wanted to give like this, so much, so fast, so totally, to anyone else. Why this man? Why? But she couldn’t stop to answer, didn’t dare for fear she’d miss any part of him he wanted to bestow on her.

  He dipped his tongue inside her bellybutton. Slipping his fingertips inside the band of her thong, he pushed it down her legs. “Don’t need this. Besides, it’s all wet and I’m gonna lick up all your cream.”

  His words had her gasping and reeling. But he cupped her ass cheeks, drawing her closer as he sent his tongue down her groin to her mound. There he pressed his lips to the hollow of her thigh and growled his delight. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

  Baby. When had any man called her that and she believed he thought of her that way? Never. Widening her thighs, she trembled with joy as he sank lower and nestled his mouth against her bush. With the tip of his tongue he dipped into her slit and she mewled.

  He drew her nearer, one of his hands dipping into her crease from behind, flicking his fingers to open her wider to him. “Need you. The smell of you on me. On my tongue. In my mouth. Lie back on the bed. Let me in.” He groaned as he led her to sit on the edge and pushed her to her back so that her thighs spread out. “I have got to suck every inch of your pretty pussy.”

  Delirious, she cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples, pulling and plucking at them. “Yesss.”

  He lifted his head a second, watched her and smiled. A hand to one of her own, he squeezed her. “Yeah, that’s what this is about. Make yourself happy and you make me happy.”

  What man had ever said that to her? None. The freedom of it had her soaring. Furiously she jerked her legs as wide open as she could. “Wade, eat me. Have me before I go nuts.”

  He bit her inner thigh as if in thanks. “You’re not going anywhere, baby, without me. Christ, look at your folds.” He stroked the edges of her pussy. “Red for me. Juicy too.” He scooped up some of her cream with a fingertip. “Wanting me bad, huh?”

  So lost in his charm, she couldn’t find her voice to answer.

  He rose up to cup her cheek. “Look at me, Willow.”

  Dreamy and ravenous, she stared at him. His honey-blond hair was a mess. His eyes were deep green pools of madness. His mouth was glistening, coated in her succulent desire for him. “You are so damn good for me.”

  “And you for me.” He inserted one long finger in her cunt and she undulated. “You and I are gonna fit together so well.”

  She grabbed a lock of his hair. “Prove it to me.”

  He withdrew his finger then inserted two in a long, slow glide. “There’s more where that came from.”

  She cursed beneath her breath. “Give it to me.”

  “Don’t want to hurt you. I’m very big, honey.” He gave her three fingers, stretching her and making her gulp.

  “Let me be the judge of that.”

  His eyes drifted closed. “Damn, you are so wet for me.”

  “Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?”

  “This.” He nuzzled her pussy, finding her clit and sucking on it until she thought he had absorbed it into his body. Made it grow twice its size. She gasped as he scored it with one of his nails then rolled it between his fingers.

  “You—are—a fiend!” she gasped, her fingertips digging into the cotton of his shirt. “Last night you promised me great things. Godssakes, Wade. Do it now and leave this for later.”

  “Never had a man tease you to orgasm, I guess you’re telling me.”

  “No. Never!”

  “I love playing with you, darlin’.” He pumped her cunt so deliberately with his fingers that she keened. “Want to come for me now?”

  “Yes. Horrible man. With you inside me.”

  “Or shall I get the pie?”

  She grabbed his arm, her eyes clashing with his in molten need. “Wade Saxon, you leave me before you put your cock inside me and fuck me sweetly—and you will eat your pie alone.”

  He crawled up over her like the big feral cat he was and chuckled. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you but never sweetly.”

  She bared her teeth at him. “Do. It. Now.”

  All man, he grinned at her, his hands busy at his shirt and then his zipper until he stood in front of her stark naked. And oh god, was his body worth all the wanting, all the waiting.

  She bit her lower lip and simply admired every sculpted inch of him bared before her. His shoulders, she’d known, were impossibly wide. Now she could see they were well-honed. His triceps bulged, huge, yet in symmetry to the perfection of his biceps. His hands, meaty and strong, hooked on his waist while she sat up on her elbows to savor him. His pecs were heavy, supported by a six-pack of perfect rib cage. His hips, with that scrumptious little hollow that led to his groin, were lean. His thighs were corded tree trunks, for godsake. No wonder he could lift her up with the ease of the Jolly Green Giant. But the delight of her day would soon be to experience firsthand the benefits of his cock.

  That was the longest, most magnificent tool she had ever seen. Erect, red and richly veined, his shaft stood up ready to give her precisely what she wanted. He was thick. So massive she knew he’d been wise to plumb her with his fingers before he tried to dip inside her. He’d be incomparable. And for a few good moments, all hers.

  She grinned, she knew, from ear to ear. Reaching out a hand, she touched his tip, his slit dripping with desire for her.

  He flowed closer. “Take me in your hand.”

  She did, admiring his girth. “I may not live after this.”

  “Oh, you will.”

  She scoffed, her insides gushing with such need she was sure she dampened the sheets. “All bets are off, honey. Your equipment is jumbo sized. I’m a big girl, but wow…” She caressed his cock, fascinated by how it grew within her grasp. “What a way to go.”

  He covered her pussy with one of his hands then sank a finger inside her to pump her. “Only fair to return the favor of the hand job.”

  Drifting in the carnal pleasure of his fingers and his cock, she smiled. “I may never need the pie.”

  “Later you get pie.” He snorted then put one leg and the other on the bed, swung her around so that she was beneath him lengthwise, flat on her back. Snatching a condom from the nightstand, he ripped it out and rolled it on, one-handed. “Right now, we both get this.”

  Hauling her thighs up over his forearms, he sank nearer and with the precision of a huge man who knew how to use his form to best advantage, he zeroed in on her with his very hot shaft and impaled her on it.

  Oh. God. She could not move for the thrill of him inside her.

  He hung over her, his head drooping, his eyes shut.

  She tried to speak, her mouth gaping open in delicious shock. His size, his heat, his length stunned her. Took her breath. Her mind. And the only thing that mattered was her swollen, dripping-wet pussy jam-packed with the most enormous penis she had ever known.

  He cupped her nape, rubbed his lips over hers. “Feel good?”

  “Beyond…” She couldn’t find any other words to describe how he filled her body and her mind. Instead of talk, she kissed him and pressed her mound against him.

  “We fit,” he said, swallowing hard, sounding surprised, “so well.” Zeroing in on her gaze, he moved again. The longing, the joy she saw there was so brilliant she went blind with the rapture.

  And when he increased his tempo she moaned and rose to the passion he created inside her. Reaching for her clit, he tantalized her and she screamed, falling from a high wire of fulfillment and pounding for endless moments to a contentment that drained her.

  He groaned, rolled her to her stomach, caught her up in his arms and slid his turgid coc
k along her seam. Spreading kisses on her back, he inserted his shaft in her cunt from behind and fucked her with a fury. Fused to him she bit her lip as he found her clit and drove her up to another jolting orgasm. She came with a groan, her release running through her like liquid flames.

  At once she was on her back again. This time he clasped her legs and wrapped them around his hips. He humped her, his teeth bared, his hair dipping low over his brow, his rhythm fierce and enthralling.

  He came with a shout, his hips pistoning, her core milking him, holding him, never letting him go.

  Was she asleep or passed out? What an ass, to fuck her as though the world was on fire. She’d been down for the count today and he hadn’t even fed her before he hustled her off to his bed and rammed his randy prick inside her.

  He leaned over her, the smell of her fragrant body mixed with the potent musk of their sex filing his nostrils. She’d been fantastic, fun. She was spontaneous, free with him. Hope that’s just for me. With me.

  He frowned, reaching out to push back a lock of her long black hair from her brow. The elegant cheekbones, the endless depths of her umber eyes, the bronze cast to her skin were all Comanche female. Who knew he could want this woman, this stranger, as ferociously as if she had always belonged to him? He felt like a buck with her. An animal, ready to rut, needy to take and claim and savor.

  What was wrong with him? He liked his women with humor and intelligence. Eager for him. Coming to him at the drop of a hat. Ready to go to the Bravado Club at a moment’s notice and be his sub for the night in whatever kink he had in mind. He was certain Willow Turner had never even heard of Dominants or submissives. Wouldn’t know a shibari master like his cousin Case from a bondage exhibitionist like himself.

  So what attracts me to her? What’s right with her that I love? Like. Need. That very lack of experience? Or that sweet edge to her? Her assertive streak that challenges me but never tries to conquer me?

  “Don’t overthink this,” she whispered, her luminous brown eyes admiring him. With one hand she smoothed his hair from his brow and cupped his nape to draw him down and kiss him. “Take it for the explosion it was.”